Hannah, Hospital Rock Star
I've seen her in action. Nurses that have taken care of Hannah during our six or more months of collective visits drop back by to catch up with their young Rock Star. She smiles up at them, claps, and says, "Hi!" if her pasameer value is connected. For someone she knows really well, she even add the little head tilt underscored with extra dimples.
"She's grown so much!" they gush.
We, modest parents that we are, enthusiastically agree and start offering to show off Hannah and all her successes to anyone in the ward: professional, parent, or child.
And then HIIPA crashes the party like police enforcing a noise ordinance. "It'd be great to have you talk with other parents, but HIIPA...." or "Some of these parents are so new to the vent - it'd be great for them to know about Hannah's success, but HIIPA...."
We'll sign autographs on behalf of Hannah on HIIPA waivers, we offer. We'd be happy to talk with other parents, too.
No dice. So Jannette sprang herself today on our neighbors as they left the sanctity of their HIIPA-shielded room. She brought Hannah out of her room to chat & make a connection. I think it went well, and our neighbors now know they can talk with us if they want to. That's really all we wanted to say: just say, hey, we know a little bit about what you're going through; let us know if you want to talk.
Meanwhile, tonight as I write, our little Rock Star sleeps with the occassional start and twist, probably visualizing herself on stage at Wembley, guitar in hand, ready to one-two-three-GO!
-- Dad
