i'm thankful...

...that our son is home and getting better.
...for the love and prayers of friends and family.
...for his silly, happy attitude. As we were snuggling together at 10 pm our first night in the PICU, my son, who was covered with wires and tubes and breathing through a mask, turned to me and said, "Mama, fun day."
...for my husband, who loves our son like crazy.
...for clean shirts.
...that I packed snacks.
...that I keep random books in the diaper bag. We read the one from Arby's about four times and the one from Chick-fil-A three times.
...that I was wearing my glasses instead of my contacts when we went to the hospital.
...that I had taken a shower the day we went to the hospital.
...for nurses who kept us stocked with stickers, crayons, toys, and movies.
...for the hospital cafeteria, which had Paleo-friendly food options and blueberries and pickled beets. I'm thankful for tater tots.
...for tantrums and "I don't want to go to bed" and pushing the buttons that raise and lower the bed and general mayhem. Because that's how I knew he was getting better.
...for a good doctor who gives me hope that we might not have to do this again.
...for trusting my instincts.
...for 2 hours of uninterrupted sleep.