I’m trying to sleep. When I woke up the first time I heard a nurse say she paged dr Meyer. I sat up, alert. What’s wrong? The cooling blankets stopped working and they weren’t sure how to fix it. He only warmed two tenths of a degree Celsius before they we able to fix the machine. His skin is cold again.
I forced myself back to sleep.
I woke up again to find three nurses in the room. All whispering. They have left. No one said anything to me even though they saw I was awake. That means things are ok, right? The monitors all read about the same as when I went to sleep. I just don’t know why they were in here.
Owen, I feel that you might be a little nervous about the warming. Or maybe it’s my nerves. Do not be afraid. Let it be god’s will. I will be there every step of the way. Daddy will be there too, sending his little army men inside to fix you all up. He’s had final fantasy seven (a movie) playing in the room to send you strength all day.
Do not be afraid. Mommy is here.
Lord, I’m afraid. My heart flutters a little. Be with my Owen. Rub his back, pat his diaper butt like I did. He really liked his nook when he was upset so make sure he has one. His bed is full of stuffed animals. Let him snuggle with whichever he wants. Hoochy chooch his thighs and give me 27183 kisses from both Doug and I. Be with him. Don’t let my Owen feel fear or pain.
The light is still on.