Thanksgiving

It is snowing here at the "castle," as Sparrow calls it, and she says, "Santa is coming!"

White flakes tumbling down. Millions of them, like human lives whirling by.

Flynn is still flying, whirling, stirring his arms, opening his eyes and studying the vent tube over his head. Dark blue eyes, dark brown hair. They say it is best for him to get lots of REM sleep to help him grow, so they have turned him on one size to relieve pressure on the lung and they have sort of swaddled him a bit to help him keep still and calm. The echocardiogram still indicates a pressure differential between lungs and heart that they don't want, so the surgery has been postponed to Tuesday at the earliest.

Each day is a different day. Bonnie got to change a diaper yesterday, and i got to change one today. I lifted his little butt up to get the diaper under, and it was close to a normal thing, feeling the weight of a baby and smelling the smell of a baby and feeling the warmth of a baby. Almost normal. After, the decided he was too active and upped his medication to help him be calmer.

So I am thankful for everything, strange as it might seem. I am thankful for everything.