A Great Visit

First of all, Michael is doing just fine. His belly full of gas turned out to be just a belly full of gas and not a predictor of some dire situation. Thank goodness. Other than making him good and mad by halting his feeding for about 18 hours and then s-l-o-w-l-y bringing it back to where it was, he has survived unscathed.

When I went to visit him this morning I found out they had lifted the visitation restriction, put in place during cold and flu season, which meant we could bring Harper to the hospital to meet her brother! She was thrilled to bring along the stuffed dog she purchased for him back in February (when we thought he might be born any day).


But she was even more thrilled just to see Michael in person. She tried to hold his hand and gently pat his head. She exclaimed over how little he is and laughed at every little sound or move he made.



As we walked back through the halls toward the parking garage Harper said, over and over again, "That was a great visit!"


We really will be okay.