Mommy's Arms...

This morning I woke up with what the nurses were calling a nose, on my throat. A nose? On my throat? What kind of place is this? Was I rushed into surgery last night to receive a second nose, on my throat? Hello, I have a perfectly functioning one up here...above my mouth. Once my sleepinees wore off, I realized my neck tube was no longer here! Then the nurse explained to me that my second nose was just a filter placed over my tracheotomy to keep my air clear and moist. Hey, my neck tube was gone, you can call it an ear for all I care.
Soon after that, my Mommy and Daddy walked in and they both got so excited when they saw I had a second nose. I said, "I know, it's a nose...on my throat!" We all had a laugh. I was so proud of my comedic timing.

After some people came in to talk with Mommy and Daddy, the nurse and I noticed my lungs sounded kind of goowy. The nurse looked at my Daddy and said something about suctioning. Daddy turned white as a ghost, but still nodded okay. He put on his gloves and I gave him the thumbs up then grabbed my Mommy's finger. The rest was history. Later in the day my Mommy did the same thing. I'm so proud.

Once my lungs were goo-free, it was feeding time! But wait, this feeding time was different. Oh so wonderfully different. The nurse lifted me from my warming bed, then placed me into my Mommy's arms! Oh yes, this is where I belong. In the arms of my Mommy. I fit so perfectly, as if her arms were made for me. This is what love feels like. All thoughts of second noses, all discomforts and past pains disapeared in a glorious instant. This is where I belong. My Mommy's milk never tasted so sweet. Mommy rocked me in her perfect arms until I dozed off into the most peaceful nap I've had in my entire week of life. I will never forget that moment.
The rest of the afternoon was full of pokes, prods and pricks from the nurses. Multiple times mind you. Obviously, that was not my first option. After all that was finished, I was so very tired and Mr. Sandman was knocking at my door with a full bag dust. Hey, Mr. Sandman! You are no match for my Mommy's arms.