Sunday, March 30, 2014

Plotting Escape

Have you ever tried to take a nap, in the midst of a 4 year old's birthday party? Or maybe tried to recover from the flu while on a roller coaster? 

Oh, shame. Then you really can't relate to the 4th floor. It is trying to keep a baby calm post op, with 7 other babies or kids. And their parents. And their uncle's sister's dog's monkey's grandfather.

Okay, so the absolute only advantage to the 4th floor, is that you are allowed to go for walks and leave the ward. So, thank G-d, for that, I have been sneaking away and using the PICU facilities. I also go for walks with Tehilla in the stroller, to different little quiet areas of the building to get her calm. Seriously, our nurse just shouted over a party of 12, visiting a little boy, "Why can't you get her to relax?"

Last step until home...last step until home...last step until home. 


  1. The 4th floor is no place for sick kids... Just explain the scene to Tehilla, I'm sure she'll get it, and start eating up a storm, bezH!
    It is a beautiful thing to hear you commenting on the ward, and not on her upset tummy - you've come a long way, baby!

    1. yes! I am thinking that this means the high heart rate has discontinued and the road to better health is being navigated with the destination of HOME in sight! YAY!

  2. You're almost home. ALMOST HOME!!! Before you know it they will come in and say you're going home today. Davening for you three to 200 times a day. I am sure you'll be home soon.