So, you could say that I am finding new ways to entertain myself in this hospital. Ways I am trying to keep my sanity. For example, If I am alone in the elevator I like to dance around hideously. My husband will be the first to tell you all of my hideous dancing. Don’t get me wrong, as a dance teacher I should know how to dance, but sometimes I can’t help but dance like William Hong (I’m sure you forgot all about him). As sad as the days can be here, I force myself to dance in the elevator and it always makes me feel better.
I talk to EVERYONE, and by everyone, I mean I talk to people who do not speak English. We have been roomed with a few Spanish speaking families and I have taken every opportunity to brush up on my Spanish skills. For some reason I have zero inhibitions when it comes to speaking Spanish. My husband speaks Spanish on a daily basis and for some reason I feel like his bilingualism transfers onto me. Everything I learned in
I eat out side in a little courtyard with a seagull (wow, that sounded depressing). This seagull is Crazy, and looks crazy too. He lands right next to me and waits for me to throw him some food. His beak looks like someone bent the top and bottom in opposite directions. I like him because he is not afraid of anything, and literally comes within inches of the food. He is a picky eater.. Probably from getting fed so frequently. I try to get a roll to feed the other little birdies, but the seagull will have none of it. What bird doesn’t like bread??
Besides my time spent in the elevator and with Crazy beak my hours are spent in a rocking chair holding the little one. Not much has changed. She is now on nitrogen, and they are weaning her Morphine drip. She now has regular doses of Ativan for the discomfort. She is still seven and a half lbs, but they assure me she is getting the nourishment to keep her brain developing.
We are holding strong!