All is calm

Last night proved to be more peaceful than the previous one. After our hospice nurse and pediatrician coached us along in helping Sully to drink from a bottle we felt much better. He still is not taking enough to keep him hydrated and so we have talked about the possibility of a feeding tube to give him more nourishment. But, when he started to get the hang of the sucking motion and swallowing we all rejoiced and clapped. Perhaps he is on a learning curve. Today we'll hope for the best.

Early this morning, as I tried feeding him again, I heard that sweet, first morning bird song. I opened our curtains to let in the blue winter light and just sat up in bed holding my little Sully close to my heart. I must have stayed that way for an hour as the light grew brighter and morning came for the rest of the boisterous, happy children in our house. But I could have held Sully there in my arms forever. The calm, the light, the soft sounds of morning, the warm bundle held so close to me - these things I want to etch in my memory forever.