It seems like as time goes on, slowly, slowly, we return to the way life was supposed to be before Joe came into it like a whirlwind. Now, there are still a few pieces of debris floating around, but the process of destruction and rebuilding is gone. It's a nice place to be in.
Our bedroom situation with a trach kid has always been a little wonky. For the first six months, Joe slept in our living room, with one of us on the couch. Then, for a little while, he would sleep in his crib in the bedroom he shares with Nick, and Tim or I would sleep there in the twin bed. This would involve shipping the other kid into bed with the off-duty parent. Finally, for the sake of our marriage, we just gave up and put Joe's crib/suction/mister machine/pulse ox in our room. Not much privacy, but still nice to sleep in the same bed at the same time.
Joe's clothes still reside in the dining room, where our M*A*S*H unit was headquartered for the last few years. Perhaps it's time to move them to the dresser upstairs. It looks like maybe he's gonna stay.
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