(2 of 2) I thought he’d seen it all, that his heart had endured enough hardship, and then his littlest brother was born. I watched him grow up ten-fold, and once again live with incredible flexibility while we maintained households both at home and the hospital. •
He knows the steps to change an oxygen regulator. He’s memorized Ghillie’s volume and feed rates, gets syringes ready when we’re dosing meds, does nebs on occasion, and helps put DME supplies away. He has never once complained about our quarantine procedures, and knows how important it is that we keep his brother safe. When we’re doing cares he’s always right there singing to his brother, holding his hand, and giving his whole self to someone who needs it.
Kids are inherently inclusive. I truly believe that after watching him welcome his brother home. He doesn’t care that Ghillie can’t see very well, and is quick to offer him the gift of touch as interaction. He knows a little bit about the nature of his brother’s injuries, but doesn’t treat him any different for it. •
His heart is pure gold (but he’ll make sure you know it’s actually pink 😂), and I couldn’t be more proud. He shouldn’t have to know half the things he does, but he carries it so effortlessly, and almost always with a smile. What a gift it is to have this brother in our lives. I hope he knows how very loved he is 💛 - 3 hours ago