This was the face I was seeing at the hospital. Stoic, miserable, withdrawn. Refusing to make eye contact. Groaning and turning away when I attempted to tickle or play peek-a-boo. Micah was just breaking my heart! So much regression. So hard to see, and not be able to fix. I was starting to wonder when I was going to see this boy's beautiful smile again, let me tell you! Finally, we got the doctor's okay to get him up and out of bed, and let him try out his new wheelchair. Still not happy, clearly.
And once we were discharged, he whimpered and grimaced his way through the three-hour drive home. Oh, my sweet boy.
And then . . . then we turned into our driveway. And my Micah started to grin and giggle and bang his Lego on the window in glee!!! It may have been dreary and drizzly outside, but Micah was pure sunshine as we walked into the house! He was just smiling, and smiling, and looking around at everything. So, so happy to be back home again! To be hugged and kissed by Daddy and brothers and sisters didn't hurt, either! Familiar faces! Familiar place! Oh, the relief!
Can you imagine what must have been going through his mind while he was stuck in that hospital bed, in pain, unable to move, day after day? Mommy kept saying it was okay, but it clearly was not okay at all.
But oh, his joy, to realize that he was back home!
Home is a beautiful word, isn't it?
4 comments:
What a precious, precious boy!
Oh sweet Micah! That makes me smile so big to hear how happy he was to be home.
Looking forward to seeing the little guy over Thanksgiving! So glad to hear that he was happy to be home again!
And now he knows that he may be away from home for a while but he will ALWAYS return. A joyful lesson.
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