One thing that Graham loves to do is to lie on my chest and just conk out. And I love it too. It calms me down and makes me feel really close to him, sort of like my version of breastfeeding. And with all the recent trauma in his life Graham has needed a lot of chest time just to cope. In fact, I've gotten into the habit of wrapping him up and sleeping on the couch with him literally strapped to my chest when he can't be soothed. I know you're not supposed to do it, but damn it, sometimes it's the only thing that works.
Anyway, rewind to Thursday. After a long and cranky day in the hospital, Graham sacked out on my chest in the surgical waiting room. It was the first time all day that he wasn't crying or moaning in pain or throwing up or getting poked and prodded or generally being manhandled. It was so nice to hear him just settle down and do that heartbreaking baby sleep breathing.
We got about a half hour of this kind of peaceful time and then the surgical team showed up to take him away. When the anaesthesiologist plucked him off of me, Graham had little sleep wrinkles from my shirt and messed up sweaty hair lining his face. He opened his eyes, started to moan and looked at me like "Why?" Then they took him away to open him up. (Results below)
Following this Sarah and I pretty much just broke down and kept saying "He's so little" over and over again.
As you know from Sarah (the aforementioned best foot forward) our little man is recovering like a champ. But folks, this stuff is just plain hard.
What does a little man need to do to get a break around here?
2 comments:
He is just the dearest - and it's all going to get easier. Spring is coming, the flowers will be blooming - and Graham and you will be out seeing the world through his beautiful eyes. You're all ready now. Love, Big K
What a trauma for you and your little darling.....so gald he's doing better.....loved the pics and I think he's wewring an outfit from me in one of them!
God Bless you all, Marie Sullivan
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