January 18th, 2011 by MIchelle
It’s 5:42 AM. The mornings are starting to come quicker now that Danny is more astir. The night shift flies by. Keeping him company is more interactive. Yesterday was a big day for Danny. He had PT and a lot of other things going on to get the ball rolling in the right direction. Ellen said it seemed to be overwhelming, as I’m sure it must have been. It’s hard to imagine being in his shoes. When he wakes up he looks around the room with glazed over eyes with a blank stare I can’t help, but wonder what he’s thinking. I know that he is registering some of the things we say to him. If you talk to him and look him in the eyes you can see emotion. Sometimes it’s in the form of tears and others a faint smile. One of our favorite reactions from Danny is the look he gives when, for example, Conor told him that I’ve been eating three donuts at the continental breakfast after our walk home (not true). It’s priceless.
Smile count today for Danny was three. Two were from the same story, but I’ll take it.