It's 10 p.m. central, and Elijah spent the last half-hour speaking quietly and sweetly to me as I held him in my arms, wrapped in a blanket in the dark. At one point, he asked, "Where's Granna?" I reminded him that his grandmother had to go home, but we'd see her again soon. Guess she made an impression.
My mom, Anna Ramirez, made the 10-hour drive from Atlanta, GA, to be with Elijah during his historic week in Shreveport. She made everything easier, and she also kept things light and fun. We couldn't have succeeded like we did without her there. Not only did she effortlessly resume her role as one of the only people on the planet who knows how to tube-feed Elijah and mix his formula correctly, she also mastered the updated Eli-Speak in just a few short minutes. With the TV blaring Playhouse Disney and the motorized Thomas engines criss-crossing the hotel room floor, she kept her dignity and her sanity for five long days. Most importantly to everyone reading this, she was a fantastic videographer, and she made it simple for Eli's Dad to concentrate on helping the boy learn his new walking skills.
This morning, she started her 10-hour trek back east before Elijah went to Shriners for the last time. When she sees the video in the previous post, she'll be seeing this footage for the first time, same as all of you.
Mom, you were magnificent. Thanks so much for the hard work and the hard play. We love you thi-i-i-i-i-i-i-is much.