April 14, 2005

They're Even Cute in Hospital Gowns

When The Boy decided to get really enraged and throw himself with great force off my shoulders at the age of 17 months, he incurred a skull fracture and a nasty concussion. He spent two nights in the Phoenix Children's Hospital -- in part because he couldn't keep anything down, got dehydrated and for the longest time no one would give him an IV. But even through all that misery and worry, I remember how adorable he looked in his little hospital gown and finally after he got his IV how cute he was pushing the cart around calling it his "car."

And now seeing Angie's pictures, I can once again say, kids are cute in hospital gowns, even though seeing them in one is not something I ever hope for.

But the good news is that Lydia's home. Hooray!


Wow! 17 months??? Mark and I were just talking about 3.5 years is probably a good age (if there is such a thing) to be in the hospital--from the parental perspective. She's is old enough to tell us what hurts and respond to our questions, but young enough that she probably won't remember too much of the experience and she is still entertained/pacified/sedated by 24 hours of TV (I'm telling you if I ever see another Wiggles video, you will have to pardon my involuntary screaming).

Anyway, she is home now. We are very glad. yay!!!

Good post. As always!

Posted by: angie at April 16, 2005 04:15 PM