the good things

It looks like Cailin is recovering. She is gaining weight and requiring less oxygen. Her respiratory rate is half as fast as it was yesterday, which is a good thing.

Even though she misses her older girls, Jessie has been able to rest easier at the hospital than she might have at home since Cailin is hooked up to monitors that are watched by the nurses. Rest and monitors--two good things.

Even though she looks in the bassinet every time she toddles by it and says, "Where Baby?" and says, "oh yep" when I tell her the baby is with mom at the hospital, there really are not many things better than listening to the smooth, even breathing of a sweet impish almost two-year-old who has dropped into sleep as she leans against you. Very much a good thing.

Playing with two adorable girls, forming playdoh dogs and cats and foxes and snakes and turtles--it takes so little artistic ability with such a vast amount of imagination--and the best part might have been seeing Breanne's beaming smile accompanied by her delightful, "Ta-Ta," (her version of ta-da) when she created a nest for her playdoh pets. A very good thing.

Yesterday morning, the phone rang as I was preparing to go to Jessie's and it was Stu who was at the emergency room with abdominal pain. Uh, what is a mom to do? Stu assured me that Jessie needed me more than he did, which I questioned, since he was under the influence of pain medication and IV fluids, but I headed south anyway. The ER docs performed numerous tests and released him several hours later with the instruction to come back today to meet with his surgeons. When he called just now, I thought it would be an update on today's surgeon visit, but instead it was a call to tell me that he got busy at work and forgot the appointment. No one could have been more surprised than he was to realize he was feeling so good that he forgot the appointment. He felt so good that he forgot the appointment. Truly a good thing.

It is good to find and savor the good things.