Today we got up at 6:00 am, and by “we,” I mean all of us. Gina, Willie, Cora, Bea and I piled into the Dad Van and dragged our weary asses over to NEA Baptist Memorial Hospital to recognize the nurse who saved Willie’s life just over four months ago.
If you’ve never read my account of that harrowing day, here’s a link. Keep in mind, however, that I was exhausted and a bit angry when I wrote it. I’ve calmed down since then, and last time I saw our OB-GYN I shook his hand repeatedly and got choked up like the sappy old man I am. We’re cool now. That day, not so much.
It was nice to hear my nomination email (which was an extremely truncated, much more positive version of what I’d previously written) read aloud at the ceremony today. If I’d known they were going to do that, I would have added a bit more flourish, but it already read like a Medal of Honor citation. When the head nurse said Sara was selected from 32 nominees, I couldn’t help but think, “Wow, I crafted a helluva letter.” As always, it’s all about me. Seriously though, she’s a helluva nurse, and I have her to thank for this sweet little guy I get to snuggle every day.
I’m absolutely pooped and short on time. You’re going to have to make do with that old post and this rump of an update. Sometimes full-time Dad plus full-time book ninja equals tapping out essays on lunch break or on the toilet. No one said it would be easy to have literally tens of readers a day, but I manage.
Hug your loved ones, folks, and thank you again, Sara. There are heroes, still.