I've been wondering when I'll stop filtering my experiences with Sullivan through the lens of his heart. Probably never.
Are his lips blue today?
Are his hands and feet warm enough?
Why is his color off?
Is he eating enough?
I'm reminded of the first time I fed him...it was while a nurse wearing purple, latex-free gloves hovered over us, reminding me that if I was unable to get him to take the bottle, an NG tube would be inserted sooner rather than later.
Since he's sick this week, I'm reminded of that start to our lives together.