It has been too long of time since an update. Luke has went through a cold, cough, and a stomach bug. He has had his first RSV vaccine of Synagis. He has been to Riley for a surgery check up for his g-tube. He has also began speech therapy every other week. And lastly we had a switch of occupational therapist....that is just the past couple of weeks. As much as I could go into all of that, it's not where I'm going with this one...
This past Friday my Grandma, Luke's great grandma was watching him while I worked that evening. She had mentioned that she was having pain in her abdomen and might go to the emergency room later that evening. She has had the pain before along with a bowel blockage. No one in my family expected what would entail now 48 hours later. We have witnessed 2 emergency surgeries and a fighting will of our grandma. We have been up and we have been down. Now as I sit in the intensive care unit waiting room, surrounded by family, my mind wanders to my own great grandma and how little I remember of her. I was 8 when she passed and I can't count enough memories on both hands that I have of her. Then I think of Luke and him being only 1, and how he may not remember not even one memory of his time with his GG. It hurts, especially because he will never know all she has done for him since his earlier than planned birth.
Grandma raced to the hospital to see him before he was airlifted to Riley. She didn't want to miss that little guy. She braved the pain to ride to Indy to see Luke at Riley, when he was only a month and a half old. When we were locked in our home for RSV season, GG would call to check on us and make sure his Mom had a Mountain Dew to get through home arrest. She would always drop everything to come to our house to sit with Luke while we packed our house, or when I would get out of the house for a couple hours. Grandma would always squeal when Luke would grab her and pinch, because it would leave a mark. Just Friday she got a kick out of feeding Luke her whipped cream from her milkshake,
Grandma would jump over backwards and do anything for any of us grand kids, no matter how old we got. She will ride with us to doctor appointments and chase after the kids throughout the house. These memories Luke might not remember specifically, but I hope that we can all keep these memories for him. The pictures tell the story of how much she loved her grand kids, and the way she bragged about her 1 pound miracle great grandson. No matter the outcome of her situation at this early morning, there is no other person I would want to call my G, or my son's GG. We love you Grandma! <3
