Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I'd have to say that one of the best moments in my life was the day our family got the news that we could bring my little brother home. He had been in the hospital for about 4 and a half months. He was born with a hole in his lungs, so he was immediately taken to ICU and kept there for the longest time. We had to be really careful when we visited him, especially with washing our hands. But I liked washing my hands because the hospital had this funny scrubber that we would use and this huge tub,that could fit at least two people in, for a sink. He was moved from hospital to hospital, but that's alright they usually had a play room that I could play in. And they fed me all the time so that was a plus. In the play room they had a fridge that you could take whatever you wanted out of it. And my older brother and I definitely took advantage of that. My little brother is a healthy boy now. He's ten years old, and he comes up to my chin. He loves sports, basketball, baseball, soccer, swimming, you name it he does it. He has more energy than the energizer bunny. The only negative that came out of his hard time is that he is partially deaf. Deaf enough that his language is delayed and he needs to wear hearing aids. But that doesn't ever stop me from loving him. He's an adorable miracle, and I love him.