slow at first...
Chloe was not herself. She seemed stunned, angry
and scared. She was in pain.
It was a foreign
cry to us. Something we had never seen.
minutes later it was under control. A little Morphine and she was
slowly coming back to us. She started to become herself again. The
room seemed "filled" with other kids, but there were only
3 others. The next 18 hours were going to feel like days.
has articulated a new phrase. She now says "Pretty Good"
when you ask her how she is doing. She seemed to enjoy the small
Petting a doggy named "Cole",
Watching Toy Story on the TV,
And having Both Mommy and Daddy sleep next to her got us a little
bit closer to morning
time to recover...
it would be our room for the next 18 hours...