Wednesday night

Good day today.  Sometimes when Hannah comes back to her room after therapy she falls onto her bed and can't move a muscle.  But I'm proud that she's working so hard.  There is a boy who uses the gym a lot of days at the same time.  He's Hannah's age and a BMX rider-I can't remember if I've told you about him before? Anyway, he was telling us today that he was in a race in Ca. and he flew over a ditch and was knocked out.  The next three riders to jump the ditch hit and ran over him.  He calls himself the human speed bump-ha ha  But he actually broke every bone in his back.  Apparently when the accident happened it was raining and so the life flight helicopter wouldn't pick him up.  So they put him in the back of a truck and took him to get help-2 1/2 hours away!!  They thought he was going to die, and when he lived they told him he would be paralyzed.  But he's got a lot of movement in his arms now and he's working so hard to be able to walk again.  But it is torture to watch him because he has to work so hard.  I keep wanting to run over and help him.  It's bad enough watching Hannah.  Today I had to sit on my hands so I wouldn't help her.  And I'm sure they'd like to put duct tape on my mouth as well.  Maybe moms shouldn't go to therapy?  At the meeting I had with the therapists yesterday they warned me how tough it would be not to help her as she struggles to do things for herself.  They said that maybe I could have a talk with my family and tell them to back off and let her try to be more independent??? So I'm thinking to myself-"We don't do that!  What are they talking about?"  But then I walked into her room last night and Taylor was CARRYING her!  ha ha (She can totally walk now with a little help). So I gave Taylor the talk.  He didn't like it either.  I have to keep repeating, "Tough Love, Tough Love, Tough Love."  I'm really bad at that.
Hannah is becoming really close with the people who work with her.  Saturday she gets to leave the hospital for a few hours and I heard her ask one of her therapists if she'd like to go to the zoo with us- and then when she was getting a massage, she invited the massage therapist to Idaho Falls for a visit.  Both said they would come-ha ha She does have the gift of making friends whoever she goes.  It reminded me of her first birthday party. I think she was 4 or 5 and I was asking which friends she wanted to invite and she started rattling off all the names of the lab people at the hospital who took her blood. ha ha Although they were and still are her cherished friends!  So she's been blessed with a lot of good people who have helped her in life, and I'm glad she loves and appreciates them.
Uncle Paul left and dad is back.  She will miss Uncle Paul and the bags of junk food he continually hauled in-ha ha The junk food might not be so good for her but Paul sure is!  Bob's just been gone since Sunday and is once again amazed at her progress.  Good to see she is still improving all the time.  Thanks again for all your prayers and love.  It continually sustains us!  Good -night!