Christmas is my favorite holiday, by far. I love the time of year and I love giving gifts. This Christmas, however, was a bit different. Yes, the tree was up and we had gifts bought and wrapped, but having Nolan in the hospital during Christmas made things feel just a tad off. We did get to take Hudson to see Santa at the clubhouse in our neighborhood, and that’s always fun
He’s so big and such a good big brother. The great thing was that he’s at the age where he can start to get into Christmas, so unwrapping gifts with him was a lot of fun. Even Grant got into the festivities:
Otherwise, Christmas was a blur. I can’t remember what we ate, I can barely remember what people got. It was a complete blur. Of course the other thing is that we had to make time to go to the hospital to see Nolan. At this stage he was starting to slowly come out sedation and would open his eyes from time to time. It was good to see those beautiful eyes, but sometimes they just looked so sad and it broke my heart. Sometimes his mouth would open like he was trying to cry, but nothing would come out due to the breathing tube in his throat. As we prepared to head to the hospital, the first thought in my mind was that this Christmas kinda sucks because Nolan was still in the hospital and we couldn’t have him home and be celebrating all together as a family. On the long drive down, it didn’t help that no one was on the road and nothing was open. It was Christmas after all. We got to the hospital and did our normal routine of riding the elevator to the 6th floor and being buzzed in and making our way to Nolan’s room. When we got there is when my tune changed. Nolan’s room was facing the front of the hospital, so it had a really big window, and all along the window sill were Christmas gifts from complete strangers. There was little stuffed animals, a pillow pet from another heart family, some books, and even a stocking of things for us. I was just completely blown away. Whoever left these things didn’t know us, but did it out of kindness. And you know what? I really needed to see those things there; not because it was free swag, but because it was done out of love. I started to count my blessings: I had to healthy boys at home, and Nolan was doing better and better in the best hospital around. I realized that in spite of our troubles, we had it real good. We had a home, we had food, I had a job. Thank you God! It was a great Christmas after all. And even better, Nolan’s nurse took a picture of Bekah and I with Nolan, which was our first picture together with him:
Now in a totally non-serious note, I do want to take a second and highlight my fav gift that was in Nolan’s room that day. A church (I don’t remember which one) brought Nolan this stuffed animal and blanket combo, and if you squeezed it, it would make the sound of the animal. Nolan’s animal? A GIRAFFE. What sound does a giraffe make? I just had to know, so I squeezed it. And I was TERRIFIED. Apparently a giraffe sounds like a combination of of a chimpanzee and a kookaburra both being set on fire. It was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen/heard and I couldn’t help but show it to like every nurse and staff member at the CVICU. That thing was hilariously freaky and I am SO thankful to that church for bringing it lol.