Well, I titled this "Tough Pics" because I feel it's important to share something with anyone with a child in the hospital. Take their Pics.
Sounds easy enough, but it's not. When your child is hooked up to several IV's, art lines, feeding tubes, catheters, breathing tubes and heart monitors (I know I've forgotten something) it's hard to take their picture. Not because you love them any less, seems that you love them more at these times. Not because all those tubes are unattractive, for they are lifelines and become blessings. But because while you take them, in the back of your mind you wonder "Is this the last picture of my child I'll get to take?"
But take them anyway, we have pictures with her many visitors, nurses, doctors, x-ray techs, helicopter pilots, respiratory therapists and our daughter's favorites the therapy dogs and child life specialists. These are her trophies. She may not have looked her best at the time but they tell a story. One of fortitude and enormous courage.
I have to admit I don't know where all those pictures are, they're here somewhere, but very hard for my husband to look at. They bring back too many memories. But I know they're tucked away in a box, we run across them at times. I have a few that I can get to quickly, but they aren't pictures I can post. Not because they're too heart wrenching, but because our daughter has almost always refused to wear clothes in the hospital. The steroids she's on to help her breathe make her so hot. I usually have sweats on and a blanket over me while she's the exhibitionist.
Anyway, take those trophy pictures, even give them a camera if they're old enough, we did that and have some lovely pictures of me sleeping in a chair with drool on my face. I'm thankful I've never had to positively answer the question I've wondered about. The one where I wonder if those pictures would be the last. God willing, I won't have to. Take Care.
Sounds easy enough, but it's not. When your child is hooked up to several IV's, art lines, feeding tubes, catheters, breathing tubes and heart monitors (I know I've forgotten something) it's hard to take their picture. Not because you love them any less, seems that you love them more at these times. Not because all those tubes are unattractive, for they are lifelines and become blessings. But because while you take them, in the back of your mind you wonder "Is this the last picture of my child I'll get to take?"
But take them anyway, we have pictures with her many visitors, nurses, doctors, x-ray techs, helicopter pilots, respiratory therapists and our daughter's favorites the therapy dogs and child life specialists. These are her trophies. She may not have looked her best at the time but they tell a story. One of fortitude and enormous courage.
I have to admit I don't know where all those pictures are, they're here somewhere, but very hard for my husband to look at. They bring back too many memories. But I know they're tucked away in a box, we run across them at times. I have a few that I can get to quickly, but they aren't pictures I can post. Not because they're too heart wrenching, but because our daughter has almost always refused to wear clothes in the hospital. The steroids she's on to help her breathe make her so hot. I usually have sweats on and a blanket over me while she's the exhibitionist.
Anyway, take those trophy pictures, even give them a camera if they're old enough, we did that and have some lovely pictures of me sleeping in a chair with drool on my face. I'm thankful I've never had to positively answer the question I've wondered about. The one where I wonder if those pictures would be the last. God willing, I won't have to. Take Care.
Once again as a parent, you amaze and inspire me! I look forward to this blog becoming the inspirational book it should someday be.
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