The little things

My sweet boy. 

His eyes rest on mine and I feel a new sense of joy. I try to communicate with him, to tell him to keep fighting. I rest my fingers on his delicate skin and love feeling his softness.

Why am I so blessed? 

I glance at his stats and am relieved to see that everything looks great. He seems to be comfortable. His oxygen has been around room air all day!

I look back at my little man and see loads of bubbles drifting down his chin. I LOVE being able to do things for him.. even if it's just wiping his slobber. :) I mop up his face, careful to not bother the face tape holding his breathing tube in place. To clean out his mouth, I use a saline-soaked Q-tip and swirl it around. To my surprise, he starts to suck on it! It's funny how excited I get over something so small, but I can't help it. I sit there for a few minutes and thoroughly enjoy watching him use the Q-tip as a binky.

Feeling so blessed, just to be close to him. I love him more than words can say.