Magical Reconnection

Yesterday night, Mike settled into the reclining chair with our little Cayman for the first.

It's quite the process of moving and situating all the wires and things in order to hold Cayman. And then there's the fact that she was so terribly sore from the CPR that she did not seem very comfortable being touched and moved. So we've left her rest in her bed.

Then yesterday night, Cayman asked to be held. Her hands stretched out far toward her Daddy.

So Mike settled into the reclining chair. The nurse repositioned all the tubes and wires that must go everywhere that Cayman goes. Then we fluffed and tucked pillows all around them, bringing optimum comfort.

I was about to head out to our hotel room for some sleep (such a blessing to have that right connected to the hospital). Mike whispered to me being careful not to awaken the sweet precious angel asleep in his arms.

I turned back. Mike smiled and then paused. He looked at Cayman. While snuggling her in a little closer he said, "Oh Mommy, the last time I held her in my arms she wasn't breathing." Tears formed and he stopped for a moment, feeling too choked up to talk.

I smiled and affirmed to him I understood what he was trying to say, "You didn't know if you would ever get to do this again huh. I know, it's just too amazing for words."

And that is how I found them in the morning when I returned.