Saturday morning

Hannah had a good night.  She was worn out from all the stuff they'd been doing to her all day and so I was grateful she was able to get some uninterupted sleep (as uninterrupted as you can get in a hospital). She doesn't seem to be in too much pain today and so that's a nice reprieve too.  She does seem a little more aware of what's going around her, which is a good thing- but with that also comes more awareness of her situation and as that kind of sinks in I see her getting more worried and sad. So we have spent the morning being cheerleaders-telling her about how much progress she's made and giving her encouragement.  It's seemed to help some.  She responds pretty well to her brothers and sister and friends.  I think maybe she is getting a little sick of me and Bob.  I can't blame her-ha ha But I told her today she is stuck with us so she better learn to like it.   Bob is so great with her.  He's always calm and reassuring and funny.  He has even been showing off his mad dance skills.  So far she has not shown any sign of appreciating them-but that could be a typical teenage thing. We are never cool!
I told the other kids I am so grateful that they are here, because without them I am just a bawling ball of snot-ha ha (ok that was a gross image-sorry).  Anyway, I saw Tay and Meg exchange looks and Tay muttered something-Probably saying"You mean you think you're NOT that now?" So maybe I am, but I guarantee without them it would be worse.  It's been interesting to see how everyone kind of grieves differently.  But I know that even though we all do it differently, we gain strength by going through this process together.  So grateful for Luke and Jessi and Skype.  Their hearts are here with us and their faces too, thanks to modern technology.  They always seem to give us strength and fresh insight at just the right time, and their new little one who is coming to the world shortly is giving us all something to look forward to. The world keeps turning, and that's a good thing.