It has been a good day .. even tho Liza is sickly again.. I don't think it will be a pnuemona route again ... Zach is liking school......It is once again the quietness of just me and Liza in the house ..
The hum of the washing machine ... and the clicking of the oven heating up....
These are the days I so longed for way back when we were in the hosp. with her..
I have heard of others speak of Post Traumatic Shock .. I spend alot of time waiting for the other shoe to drop... Normalcy is frail.. it can be shook up like a water globe in a split second.It maybe months since she was in .. but in my mind those memories are still clear.. the talking of staff in the hall.. the sounds of other sick kids.. the tears of other parents... How for those 3 weeks that was our normal.. Nurses and Dr's in out of our room at all kinds of times of the day..The light off the IV pumps were our night lights.. when I go back to take the kids to see their Dr I pass the delivery entrance that I used to watch the trucks come and unload supplies..
It seems like a dream but yet when I know it wasn't ....
Some say I should just forget it all and look forward .. while I do look to the future .. it also keeps me very grounded to know just how precious "normal" can be....
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