First day. Fevers.
Technically, not Room 810. John and I snuck downstairs for an ice cream date while John’s parents stayed in quarantine with Elsa.
Day Three. Elsa finds my artistic attempts dubious.
John and I were allowed to leave the 8th floor, as long as we wore a mask. It was just the 8th floor itself (the kitchen, the playroom, etc.) that was off limits. Elsa, of course, was not allowed to go anywhere.
Day Three: Hanging with Grampy
Day Four: Somebody please get this kid a blood transfusion.
Day Four
Day Five: Looking eerily like Day Four, eh? Yeah, that’s because it was.
Standing at the door. Wishing she could get out. Wishing her tether was longer.
Have I mentioned before that she is a pretty intense kid? I mean, they’re just gnomes! Relax a little.
A snack before they set us free on Day Six. For a combination of reasons, she refused to eat one bite of food for the entire six days. Had she not been nursing, we would have had to have some awful conversations about feeding tubes and supplementary nutrition. It felt funny to be supporting her on my milk alone, like when she was an infant. Plus, it was exhausting for my body and soul. That said, I’ll take nursing exhaustion over a feeding tube any day of the week.
thank you for this blog, it is so harrowing but so important for the rest of us to understand what your family is going through. i am continually amazed by the amount of energy and vitality you have amidst all this. to keep us updated with a blog? i fall into bed every night exhausted after a regular day behind a desk. you amaze me, your family is on my mind and in my metta every day. i love you all.
We love you. Lots.
And the blogging? It’s for survival, I think. I’m not sure I would get through without it.
These pictures are incredible, like Marie said everyone tells an amazing story more then words could say. You ARE amazing heros, many people crumble from much less. I am in awe of you. And I am so glad you are home. AND that is one cute kid.
I love the picture of Elsa looking at the cow you drew. One sharp little brain at work there methinks! You’re a wonderful Mama for commiting to the breastfeeding like that… it’s such a brilliant thing to be able to do for any bubba, especially a sick one.
Such a lot for a family to go through… not freaking fair at all.
Every one of the pictures in this blog tells such an amazing story. The surroundings, the expressions, the friggin back-ground sub-text. Dang, what a gol-darn (I’m trying to be nice here) challenging journey you three brave souls are traveling. I’ve said it before, you are my heros. love grammy, mom, marie