The Days that Followed

The minutes and hours that passed after Hunter left us were a blur.  It seemed there was no noise in the busy hallways of PICU, no people, no doctors, no nurses.  No one but us and Hunter.

A lady came to take photos of him for us.  She took plaster casts of his hands and feet for us.  The nurses that cared for Hunter took glittered prints of his hands and feet for a book they were making for us.  Some of his black hair was put in the book too.

These were things we could take home with us. 

We washed Hunter with warm water and baby soap and got him dressed in the only outfit that was small enough to fit him. The outfit he would stay in.

We took Hunter home with us that night.  We strapped him in his car seat put his hat on, wrapped in a blanket so he wouldn't get cold.

That night he slept in his room for the first time.