I feel comfortable at Vanderbilt. I know the set up, the rules, the secrets that only the families who "live there" figure out. I know all the good food places that deliver to the hospital. I know how to silence the IV machines. But it was also strange because we didn't know any of the other kids there (until Matthew checked in yesterday... but we didn't get to see him).
Last night, Kennedy and I walked the hallway... lap after lap after lap... she said hi to anyone who passed us and I followed along rolling the IV pole behind us. I've made hundreds of laps on the sixth floor in the last year or so. She went on a wagon ride. As I pulled her, it reminded me of those first weeks after diagnosis, before Kennedy could walk. She spent countless hours in those wagons.
Some of our favorite nurses came over from A side to visit us. Kennedy handed them each a baby and they played and they laughed (I think the nurses laughed harder than Kennedy did at some points) and they talked about how big Kennedy has gotten and how well she's talking. She gave them all hugs and kisses. Does she remember them? I think she does. You could tell she remembered the ins and outs of the hallways... and she remembered where they kept the ice cream. Nothing is more important than that! She also melded right back in to "hospital time". She was up laughing and playing until 1:30 this morning... and they had to wake her for vitals at 11:00. I, on the other hand, was not ready for hospital time and was exhausted today! haha
While I hate that Kennedy was so sick, and I hate that she had to be in the hospital and get stuck over and over, I am so thankful for our Vanderbilt family and the familiar, comfortable surroundings that make Kenn happy. Vandy will always be a huge part of our lives I think... and while it's not perfect, I think it will always feel a little like home.