|ECMO or ECLS (Artificial Lungs)|
I still arrive at the hospital to be James' morning sunshine. He is slow to rouse, but always with a light in his eyes. We create our own structure and routine within these endless days of waiting (and waiting). We sit quietly in light conversation or to a background of music. We play games on the iPad, and watch television on his computer. James reads in his bed, and I continue to contribute to an ever-growing collection of handmade knits. We are grateful for these moments of normalcy, but there is still a shadow of sadness in the knowledge that this has become our "normal". We are never alone. We are in constant wait.