With Abby’s stay in the hospital, she "got" to experience many new things.
Wearing a surgical mask.
Sleeping on a pillow.
Playing with one of these toys (never had an interest till now).
(On a serious note, just like our stay in the hospital with Abby’s jaundice at birth, this time in the hospital humbled us to the fact that families live like this. We knew that when Abby perked up, we’d be heading home. Many families don’t have that promise, frequently carting very ill children to the hospital. Some of them living in these tiny rooms, helplessly watching their children deal with terminal illnesses. I just can’t imagine…
I pray that, through our encounter with hospital life, we can remember this community of people, who may struggle with finding encouragement in their day to day stress of hoping their children survive.)