Memento - Part 1

Time flies by. He is in his ninth month already. We noticed a single tooth breaking out from his lower gum line. I tried to take a snap of it, but he would simply not open his mouth thinking that I am trying to feed him when he is not hungry. Finally, my wife captured it one day along with his most photogenic expression.

I can already see that things are evaporating from my memory, little things that he did in his first few months and how we have been adjusting to the presence of another human being in our home. He had decided to move in with us three weeks earlier than we expected. Thinking of it now, it almost feels like an impromptu drama that we enacted together.

We had came back from the hospital after spending four days in there and what a relief. There is a good reason it is called home. It was exactly the same as we left it on friday, but a very strange feeling. A stuffy smell, days old plates in the kitchen sink, the half filled tea cup, covered, that my wife wanted to have after she was back from the checkup. We both took a deep breadth and started planning our next week, before her parents will get here.

So, what do you guys think - our doctor asked us without looking up, while scribbling on her pad, standing right outside our rat hole. It was our third day in the hospital. Scanning through my wife's eyes and then looking at the doctor I said, if it helps to stay for another day here, then we would like to. Hospital is not for healthy people you know - the doctor spoke with the same synthetic smile on her face, that we were used to for past nine months. Healthy? You know that she has got three blood infusions in last two days, from which angle does she look healthy to you – I was screaming in my mind. Finally, the doctor decided to keep us in the hospital for one more day.

To be continued..