Nguyen is finally getting back to his semi normal work schedule which he desperately needed to do for himself. We were talking about how it is so weird how the little things we used to do everyday seem so insignificant now. I don't watch tv or visit my favorite gossip websites anymore. Nguyen never watches basketball or plays video ga

mes, whereas that was his favorite thing to pass the time before. I think we both "woke up" in a sense and are learning to appreciate the things in life that
really matter. It is amazing how it takes something so incredible to open your eyes and to realize how selfish we all are.
We went to visit the princess this morning and drop off some breakfast and lunch for her :) She was wide eyed when we got there which was nice. She gets more and more beautiful everyday. The doctor saw me ooohing and ahhhing over her so he came out to give me an update. She is doing AWESOME! They will be weaning her down to room oxygen today. They stopped the phototherapy for the jaundice last night and a lot of times the levels will rise up a bit after it is stopped but hers kept going down, so that is fantastic!
He didn't specifically say it, but I am guessing that if she does well coming down to room oxygen, they will just monitor her all day tomorrow and hopef

ully she will be home on SATURDAY!! Again, trying not to get my hopes up, but she will definitely be home soon. I can't wait! I can't believe she will be a week old tomorrow. Crazy.
note: A friend of a friend had this poem posted on her site and I really liked it. I like to believe Nguyen and I were handpicked for Gabby :)
God Chooses A Mom For A Disabled Child
By Erma Bombeck
Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. This year, Nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen? Somehow I visualize God hovering over the Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstong, Beth; son; patron saint, Matthew.
"Forrest, Marjorie; daughter; patron saint, Cecelia.
"Rudlege, Carrie; twins; patron saint…give her Gerald. He’s used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."
The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She’s so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a handicapped child a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel"
"But has she patience?" Ask the angel.
"I don’t want her to have too much patience or she will drown in self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she’ll handle it. I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence. She’ll have to teach the child to live in her world and that’s not going to be easy."
"But, Lord, I don’t think she even believes in you."
God smiles. "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness"
The Angel gasps. "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can’t separate herself from the child occasionally, she’ll never survive. Yes, there is a woman I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a ‘spoken word.’ She will never consider a ‘step’ ordinary. When her child says ‘Momma’ for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see as few people ever see my creations.
"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see --- ignorance, cruelty, prejudice --- and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side.."
"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in mid air.
God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."