Sunday afternoon

Crazy rough night but today is a good day.  I don't know if it's because she has started to eat and drink a little on her own or what, but she has been throwing up.  It seems better this afternoon though.  Hopefully she's done with that.  I can't imagine throwing up with that huge incision-that's got to hurt.
One good thing that happened in the night was when she needed me she called out "MOM!" Wow!  Who ever thought one word could make a person so happy?  She is really trying to form words-pretty basic stuff but it's good to know the mechanics of the whole speaking process are in working order.  I think it's just going to be a ton of practice.  She's been in a lot better mood today too-probably because Taylor is here.  It's really sweet to watch him with her.  He is catering to her every whim.  She even laughed and stuck her foot out for him to massage and let tell you, that is something I never thought I'd see him do for anyone! (Our family has a thing about feet-ha ha)  But yes-he's been sitting her massaging her foot with Sweet Pea lotion (although he is complaining loudly that he smells like a girl)-which she is delighting in.
Taylor and I went to church at the hospital again today.  it was fast meeting here because next week is their stake conference.  When I first when in I was thinking how we were here last Fast Sunday and thinking that this had sure been a long month.  And ok, I was feeling kind of sorry for all of us.  Then some woman gets up to talk and her story was so sad (most of them are here).  Anyway, her and her husband had been here with their son for the last 16 months.  Oh my heck!  You would think by now I would know never to complain. Every time I do, I am humbled by someone else's situation and end up feeling grateful for my own.  It seemed though that every person who got up to speak had something so profound to say.  One guy talked about how all of us in that room had been blessed with some very special privileges to be raising these choice, exceptional kids.  And it's so true.  So many people (who are just trying to be nice I'm sure) have said how lucky Hannah is to have come to our family.  But the truth is that we are so blessed and privileged to be HER family.  She has taught us our most important life lessons-not only through her trials but just because of the person she is.  I don't know how we got so lucky, but I sure am grateful.  Happy Sunday!