Sunday was Mother’s Day and it was glorious! Mickey had his pancakes with chocolate glitter and I got the best Mother’s Day card ever. Mickey colored me a picture and he drew the letter “A” on it. I took it around and showed all the doctors and nurses. They loved it!
Every time he did something “normal”, something that he’d done before the accident, my insides would unclench a little. I was still afraid of some residual damage so I didn't ask him to write his name or anything like that. They had been talking about whether or not to do any brain imaging when he got his throat MRI and they decided against it. It takes a few days for cell death to show up and they said they didn't want to give us false hopes. The doctor said that his behavior would be the best indicator for us anyways.
My dad came by and helped us move and then my mom and step-dad came by with Audrey. She was doing okay and didn't fuss too much when she had to leave.
I loved Doernbecher’s so much. Everyone showed that level of caring. Even the mother of the patient next door (an 18 month old girl on her 3rd brain surgery) was worried about me and wanted to give me a hug.
It's getting so much easier to write these. Happy words, fun pictures, and talk of leaving the hospital all together. :)