Back in 2010, my husband ended up in the hospital with an infection that went septic. It was 2 days before our older daughter’s 8th birthday. He needed 2 surgeries. They lost him twice on the table, and he was given a 35% chance of surviving the ordeal at all. The girls & I went to see him every single day; the girls, young as they were, never complained but went to see him willingly. The older one even opened her birthday presents in his ICU room (the nurses were wonderful and brought the girls popsicles). Thankfully, he came home after 3 weeks. Every year since then the girls don’t ask for much for their birthdays, just glad that he’s there to celebrate with them.
Back in 2010, my husband ended up in the hospital with an infection that went septic. It was 2 days before our older daughter’s 8th birthday. He needed 2 surgeries. They lost him twice on the table, and he was given a 35% chance of surviving the ordeal at all. The girls & I went to see him every single day; the girls, young as they were, never complained but went to see him willingly. The older one even opened her birthday presents in his ICU room (the nurses were wonderful and brought the girls popsicles). Thankfully, he came home after 3 weeks. Every year since then the girls don’t ask for much for their birthdays, just glad that he’s there to celebrate with them.