Monday night, I was taking down all the stuff from his hospital room, and I was telling him we had to get ready to go home. He was smiling the whole time.
Because he is my child, it seems like every step takes an eternity.
I am happy I am not talking to a gravestone and that I can hold him and kiss him. We will just take it one day at a time.
He started opening his eyes while I was there. I turned around and asked my mom, 'Did you see that?
It will be so nice to have some sense of normalcy back.
He's in and out of consciousness. He's minimally conscious.
But he proved them wrong. He woke up around Christmas, and that gave us the Christmas miracle we had been hoping for.
