No change

I am going to make this short and sweet before I collapse into my bed. The days are long, hard, filled with worry, and also filled with complete silence. Ally is still not talking..so all I hear all day is the drone of kids shows in the background. And the beeping of monitors. A visit by the nurse is my highlight. Tomorrow is the 12th day in a row at the hospital and sadly enough the 12th day I have had to find someone to help me care for the other two kids. I am especially grateful for the help I have received in that area. Today Aunt Jess took a day off work and drove down from Columbus to help. I don't know how people do this for so long. Everyone worries about Ally, but the other two are suffering too. We all are.

Ally continues to suffer and they have increased her morphine drip yet again. She still won't talk except a few scant words. We have developed hand signals for different things...potty, etc. She did arise for a little while today when the craft cart came in (imagine that) and she put together a few basic crafts before that wore her out. She has developed quite the reputation at the hospital for her drawing skills. This time she has drawings of gremlins posted on her door. They are seriously good. She also drew all the characters from Where the Wild Things Are the last time she was in. In great detail and she remembered all of their names even after seeing the movie just once. All of the nurses know of her artistic talents and the child life specialist brought her some special sewing projects for today that she had found. Everyone there is always thinking of her. She is one of the sweet ones to take care of I think....she is sweet and polite to the staff even in the midst her pain. That is just my Ally. She has always been like that and continues to be so even through the hardships. I am so proud of her and the way she handles herself.

With no end in sight, we just keep persevering through. There is little time for anything but caring for the children and I have barely seen my husband since last Thursday. Only a few small minutes when we transfer her over. Jerad worked today, sleeping at hospital tonight, and back to work tomorrow.

Did you know some parents leave their kids in the hospital with noone there? For days on end? Like it is a babysitting service? The thought left me very sad today. I feel bad even running down to the cafeteria and I often just skip meals altogether. What in the world are people thinking.

Thanks for the support. We love to read the comments. It gives me something to view in my silence and I just imagine you are there talking to me.