My 94 year old grandmother fell the day after we brought Elliott home from the hospital (from being born, not from the sepsis) and broke her hip in 4 places. She had surgery a few days later and was transferred to a rehab facility later that week.
She's not doing so great. She is very weak and has stopped making progress, so the rehab place is basically kicking her out of there. They say she will never walk again and she is unable to do even basic tasks like dressing herself, because of her muscle atrophy.
With this in mind we decided to take a trip to Tucson to see her. We went on Saturday, were there for less than 24 hours and spent less than 30 minutes with her, but I feel better knowing that she got to see Elliott in person. My family had never told her about Elliott being in the hospital when he was sick. We broke the news to her. She took it well.
On the way.
Elliott's first trip out of Maricopa County and the furthest he's ever been from home.
With my grandma at the rehab facility.
She was pretty darn tickled to see him and hold him.
Spencer flat out refused to sit right next to her for a picture.
On Saturday evening my Aunt Karen and Uncle Terry came over for dinner. I didn't get any pictures with them.
Elisa came over on Saturday night and Sunday morning. This is Sunday.
Elisa had never given Spencer his Christmas present. He was delighted to be able to open it.
Elliott took a little nap right before we left.
A few more comparisons!
Spencer and Elliott on their first trips to Tucson. Spencer was 10 days old. Elliott was 6 weeks. I am sick to my stomach thinking about how we took Spencer down there at 10 days.
First time being held by Great Grandma Girl. Spencer had met her before this picture was taken, but she hadn't held him. He was 7 weeks old.
Recreation of the daddy picture. Spencer, again, was 7 weeks and Elliott was 6 weeks.