Some Photos (Not For the Weak of Stomach)

So, I don't have a lot of these, I was understandably camera shy for my son while he was hospitalized. I do have a few pictures from the ICU that my husband took on his phone that we finally were able to (figure out how to) transfer onto the computer. I don't want to seem morbid, but it is something that I want recorded, and since my blog kind of doubles as my journal, you all get to view it as well.

These were taken in the ICU, on his second day there (Monday), after the breathing tube was removed, but before he was taken off of the oxygen or any of his other monitors/wires/tubes.

This is him Sleeping (duh!), which he did a lot of for those first few days. We hated the crib he had to sleep in at that hospital. My husband called it "the kind of crib that you see in infomercials for third-world-country orphanages". The one we had at the children's hospital was much nicer. (on a side note, you can see behind him in the crib, the blanket that he received there, that I blogged about a few days ago)

That day was the first time we were able to hold him also. The "road rash" on his forehead actually looks a lot worse than it was. It was all surface scratches, but the nurses had put some ointment on it to help it heal fast (which it did), but it magnified the damage. His black eye was by far the most disturbing part.


Sleeping with Mickey. They gave him this to hold onto, so he wouldn't pull at his IV. He hasn't slept a night without it since. He's very attached.

Also, once again so that I can have record of it, and because I've had some questions, this is our house.

The boys room (aka the window in question) is the one over the garage, and consequentially the driveway. We love our house, but it has one huge design flaw. Namely, the gigantic windows that sit very near the floor. I have not yet fitted bars on the window (but believe me, I've thought about it...A LOT). Their bedroom window (along with all of the other windows in the house actually) is closed and locked, and will not be opened again until I find a suitable alternative to prison bars (I don't think the HOA would approve).

Putting this all in writing just reiterates to me how blessed we really are. I truly believe in the power of priesthood blessings, and many many prayers, and miracles. My son is living proof of that, and I am so grateful for that blessing.