Imagine My Surprise

Well It seems I failed to correctly schedule yesterday’s post. I twas supposed to be the final copy of the descriptive mode writing. It was indeed a good lesson in paying attention to what I’m doing at the moment.

You see, I scheduled it for the wrong date and that is the reason why there was post on Wednesday. I do apologize for that little snafu. Lesson learned.

Anyway, here is the post that should’ve been here yesterday.

I sit by his crib for hours just watching him breath and wondering if the twitching is in reaction to a dream or something else. His nurse comes by every thirty minutes to check on him and write down the information on his chart attached to the end of his crib.

Reaching into his crib I touch his small hand. Soft and yielding, yet there is an inner strength there that I know is building. Waking up he grasps my hand. Each tiny finger wrapping around my hand and our eyes meet for the first time. The world around us hushes and we are the only two in this place. The only thing that matters here in this moment is the bond that being created.

Then just as quick the moment fades and the incessant clicking, beeping and whirring of machines steals back in to shatter that peace. I want my touch to heal him so that we can go home to begin our new life path. I know that is not possible. Fighting back the tears I kiss his little hand and tuck it back under the blanket, making sure not to dislodge the IV tubes and wires.

This is just day one and I wonder how many days it’ll be before I can hold him, snuggle him  close and let him know just how much I already love him.

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