Last weekend we did a much-needed cleaning of the garage. In the past, Rudy would scoot down the hallway and would be content to sit on the stoop to take in the action. But this time he wanted to be part of things so he got himself down the stoop and had fun scooting underfoot. Somewhere while we were busy moving stuff around, he spotted the great wide open, tore free from his O2 tube and made a break for it!
All the way down to the curb across all that brick and concrete; shredding his diaper and oblivious to the abrasions he was inflicting on his legs and bum with each scootch–yelling “bye-bye” louder and louder as the mailbox came in view.
How far we’ve come.
This is a milestone week for us as May 7th is the day Rudy came home from the hospital. (astute Rudy fans might recall the first release being in April, but since we had to return shortly thereafter for a second stint we celebrate the day he came home for good.) Looking at Greg’s discharge day slide show never gets old, especially when we see how different the bouncy 3 1/2yr old is from the fragile little guy who came home after seven months in the ICU.
Today also marks the start of Nurses’ Week. It’s hard to put into words what we feel about nurses–they have become such a part of our life–from the ones who took care of Rudy for continuous 12 hour shifts; to the ones who pull shifts at our house; to the ones who pull together all those details and approvals; to the dear friends who have no formal responsibility but are always available for a quick consult when something doesn’t look right. We love nurses–if you want to see some of the finest, scroll down to the second video below Greg’s discharge slide show.