It seems that Travis and I were both planning a surprise date night for each other. I had asked my mom to keep the kids over night. He had asked his mom to come down and babysit. Oops.
Our date will consist of Chili's, a movie, and Cold Stone. Dinner and dessert are courtesy of friends who sent us gift cards. The movie tickets are also free. A while ago Trav and his dad went to a movie and something went wrong, so they got two free tickets. My fil gave Travis his ticket and so the two of us went to see a movie. Something went wrong that time, too. So we got two more free tickets. I'm kinda hopeful something goes wrong tonight, too.
Bennet has learned his first sign - "more"!
James has a night nurse named Megan. She's so great. She loves my son and has cheered his on since the very beginning. She had him the night he was admitted and she's asked to be his primary ever since. Megan leaves us notes, loves on James, and even bought him a 3-6 mo sized sleeper so he'd fit in his clothes. How phenomenal is that?
Another nurse, Sarah, has also been really great with my son. A couple of days ago I asked her about my son and what she thinks his quality of life will be. She fought back tears while she talked about him, how far he's come, the way he interacts with people, how he wants to do the things 6 week old babies want to do. I don't know if she was crying because I seemed so hopeless or because she was so proud, but either way it felt good to see someone believe in my son so much.
I was able to speak with my good friend, Sr. Mariam Caritas, yesterday. It was wonderful to speak with her, but I wish I had more time to tell her everything. To talk through the fear, grief, guilt, and pendulum swing of despair and hope - she's one of my best friends who also has a whole lotta theology. Especially since she is with the Sisters of Life, I think she would be really good for me right now.
Yesterday the kids and I went to daily Mass. Bennet was a little fussy, and I definitely felt frustrated at times, but I felt like it was a rather successful Mass for the three of us. As we were heading to our car, an old woman approached me and said, "Honey, don't you think you should take your son outside when he cries like that? He was so distracting for everyone! I mean, I know it's hard for you..." By that time I was walking away from her, ready to cry. So she got in her car, with its pro-life bumper sticker, and drove off.
Maybe someone should tell her that babies cry, and that the more babes who are saved from abortion the more babies to ruin her Mass.