Yesterday was rough. I mean I knew in the beginning it would be hard leaving the girls at the hospital while I went home to my cozy bed every day but yesterday it hit home. A little over a year ago I watched my sister do it day after day for four months and wondered how can she possibly be that strong. I had a renewed appreciation and respect for her after watching her drive to Texas Children's every day, pay the ridiculous parking fee, visit my adorable nephew and then head home to go to work the next day and then right back up to the hospital and do it again.
When we first started leaving them, it wasn't as bad as I had built it up to be. Don't get me wrong... it was hard but each time we left, they were both sound asleep and it was kinda like we were putting them to bed knowing we would be right back in the morning when they woke up. But yesterday was different.
We didn't get there until close to shift change so didn't have time to take them out and hold them. So, we just opened the tiny doors, held their hands and talked to them for a little bit. Brooklyn was crashed out (as normal) most of the time we were there. Brylee however, after a good 10 minutes of making crazy faces and stretching like you wouldn't believe finally decided to wake up (she is proving she is more and more like her dad every day). And once she woke up, it was game on. When it came time to leave, she was wide-eyed staring us down and it was so hard to walk away from that little angel looking at us and pushing her hand against the glass. It was by far the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I can't even imagine their first day of school...
When we first started leaving them, it wasn't as bad as I had built it up to be. Don't get me wrong... it was hard but each time we left, they were both sound asleep and it was kinda like we were putting them to bed knowing we would be right back in the morning when they woke up. But yesterday was different.
We didn't get there until close to shift change so didn't have time to take them out and hold them. So, we just opened the tiny doors, held their hands and talked to them for a little bit. Brooklyn was crashed out (as normal) most of the time we were there. Brylee however, after a good 10 minutes of making crazy faces and stretching like you wouldn't believe finally decided to wake up (she is proving she is more and more like her dad every day). And once she woke up, it was game on. When it came time to leave, she was wide-eyed staring us down and it was so hard to walk away from that little angel looking at us and pushing her hand against the glass. It was by far the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I can't even imagine their first day of school...
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