A few days ago while both of my parents were still in the ICU, on ventilators, and unable to communicate in any way, we were at the house getting ready to go back up to the hospital for visitation. I could tell that my son was exhausted, much like the rest of us, and a little confused about, not only why Nana and Pappy were like this, but also why we had to keep making the drive to the hospital four times a day.
So I bent down, looking him in the eyes, and said, “Hey buddy. I know this is all different for you, and I’m so proud for how you’re handling it. But you know how sometimes when you sleep you have nightmares? And Momma and Daddy will just lean down and whisper, ‘It’s ok, I’m here,’ and that makes it all better? Well, Nana and Pappy are asleep, and they need us to let them know that we’re here and it’s all ok.”
He looked up at me and said, “Ok mom. Let’s go.”
So even today, with my parents still in the ICU, but awake (my mom still on the vent, and my dad completely off) and able to communicate the best they can, I still lean in and whisper, “It’s Ok. We’re here.”