rock star

We are super pumped about being home. Riley was GREAT and all, but as I said before, there’s no place like home…well, maybe a lush condo in St. Lucia…but I digress.

All of the nurses LOVED Mr. Rigg. He was smiley and giggly the whole time he was there…aren’t sick babies supposed to be grumpy? He didn’t even mind his ”chicken wing”, as the captain so lovingly referred to Riggs bound up arm.

Being at a children’s hospital really makes a HUGE difference when you have a sick kid. Everybody loves on the kids, there are extra toys everywhere and a nice elderly gentleman comes around with a “magic” castle on wheels to pass out toys to all the kiddos. Well, at least that happens at this children's hospital...

Rigg got a new stuffed animal from Mr.” Magic” castle, and it has an excellent story attached to it...
I came back into the room from treating myself to a nice, cold diet coke when I saw the captain playing with Rigg. He was making the stuffed animal dance in the air toward our son and saying in a sing-song voice “here comes the zebra.” I looked at him and said in the exact same sing-song voice “it’s a giraffe.” To which the captain, with only the briefest pauses, sing-songed back the reply… “daddy had brain surgery.“ I laughed so hard my stomach ached.

My dad did bring Rigg a small Grover which has quickly become one of his (Riggs not dads) favorite chew toys. (dad prefers big roast beef sandwiches and steaks)

As we left the hospital, all the nurses waved and said how much fun Rigg was and how much they were going to miss him…The captain told Rigg he was a rock star. And after seeing all the nurses faces as we were leaving…I had to agree.

Rigg still has the nasty cough, which the doc says could stay around for a week or so. But he is eating Much better and keeping food down. Thank you so much for allayer prayers, for Riggs health as well for my peace of mind and rest for our whole family. They mean more then I could express.