It was months down the road, the baby had been home from the hospital after 15 days in NICU. She was still very petite but growing. Here she is with her Granny Sue.
DD was home on one of her school breaks and had been accosted by my older granddaughter’s current cat, Shadow. I always maintained that there was nothing behind those eyes. It lasted a few months and Shadow and the family had to part company.
DS2 and my DIL are both avid NASCAR fans. It appeared the Little One was following along in their footsteps.
Since her lungs had been so compressed, she had to have breathing treatments. There was a little breathing machine with a tiny mask just for her. When it would be time for another, her mother would sit on the floor and turn on the machine. Little One would crawl over and take her place in the cradle made by her mother’s legs. I never knew her to object to the process. I’m sure it made her feel better. That would be an incentive.
Then it was July 3, 2002, and my older granddaughter’s 7th birthday.
That evening, we readied ourselves for the annual fireworks display. She wore the scarf and T-shirt I’d brought her.
The next day, my DIL, granddaughter and I went to see the Little One and her family. She was sitting alone and crawling by then. Her scar had faded to almost nothing
She could do a better pushup than her dad!
The two grandgirls enjoyed each other’s company.
They were sweet to share the toys.
The next day, I thought a 4th of July hairdo was something that I wanted to inflict on the granddaughter who had enough hair for me to play with. It was surprising that she had the patience to sit through all the parting and pulling.
How she could bend herself to such shapes was beyond my ability. I was a little envious but she was slim and I wasn’t.
The rate I was downing food (and the wrong kinds, at that) I wasn’t going to be slim any time soon. It was a merry-go-round of food, food, and more food and I’d bought season tickets.