I originally started this blog a few years ago to chronicle Noah's daily struggles with autism. It was a dark time in my life - a time when I felt that things would never get better. It was a time when I felt that all my hopes and dreams for my son and for our family had died. In my efforts to help Noah recover from autism, I began a journey that inadvertently led me to rediscover myself. I learned how to laugh again. How to dream again. How to live again. How to love again.

Autism Schmaustism. He's still our son.

This is a blog celebrating our family. Our kids. Our life.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Naveen's First Thanksgiving

I think whether you're pregnant or in the midst of an adoption, you can't help but mark each holiday in terms of what will happen "next year".   "Next Christmas, she'll  be here." or "Next Easter he'll be here."  A year ago, as we were gathered with our family at my aunt's house, I was telling anyone who would listen, "Next Thanksgving, Naveen will be here!" and I imagined him sitting in my lap, all dressed in orange and brown (my favorite colors on my Indian babies), tasting pumpkin pie for the first time, and holding hands while we said grace.  Never in a million years did I imagine that he'd be spending his first Thanksgiving in the hospital.

He's doing fine. It's nothing too serious. He just caught some sort of a bacterial super bug that can only be treated with IV antibiotics. We should, hopefully, go home on Saturday or Sunday, with an IV in and a home nurse will stop by to give him his antibiotics for the next week or so.

This hospital stay is completely different than our stay last month. He's not on pain meds this time around, so he's completely lucid and he does NOT want to be here. No amount of Barney, bribing with Pringles, or watching the Disney channel will change his mind. He wants to go home! And in a way, I should be really glad about that. He has a home to go to. He has a family to go to. This sweet little boy wants to go home. Now!

Today, I'm going to be thankful that I'm able to be here with Naveen. I think about all of his hospital stays in India and I'm so thankful that he now has a Momma that he can hold onto and lean on and scream at that he " wants to go home. Now!" And this Momma is so thankful her little boy is home this year.

And as I look over at him, all huddled against me on the pull out couch, running a hot wheel up and down my arm, and asking to play a game.... I can't help but think to myself that this might actually be my best Thanksgiving ever.

And that we can't wait to go home.


May you all have a wonderful and peaceful Thanksgiving.


Colista said...

Aw. Love him. Love your family. Happy Thanksgiving to you all!
I hope you get out of there soon too!
I had to laugh when I read the part about last year when you would tell anyone would listen at Thanksgiving that your lil guy was going to be here this year.... that sounds familiar. :) They are always in our hearts, huh? Because that is what mama's do.

Blessed said...

I hope Naveen recovers quickly and this weekend is a wonderful family time anyway. : )

Peter and Nancy said...

Oh man . . . sorry to hear that Naveen got so sick! I love your heart though -- at least now he has his mama to comfort him, and a family forever. Hope he's out soon, and you're all together for a good weekend.
Hugs to you,

No Greater Love said...

You are SO right, Leslie. You do count every holiday as a marker. I do it ALL the time. And I am so thankful that Naveen is HOME....although, I am so sorry his first Thanksgiving is in the hospital. I am praying for you! And I cannot wait to see next year's pictures of Naveen dressed in orange and brown eating a HUGE piece of pumpkin pie. Love you!!!


Geraldine said...

Hey Leslie- good you got to leave the hospital, I read about you being there while I was at the hospital myself (but home now also). Thursday wasn't Thanksgiving here, but it was Devan's 3rd Birthday, and I wasn't even home to bake him a cake...hope next Birthday will be better.
Glad Naveen is well, he's such a cute boy!!!

S.T.S. said...

Hope you can keep Him from breaking the IV. :-) Stay Safe Santa!

Heather said...

Aw you poor guys spending Thanksgiving in the hospital! I'm sure you had a sweet homecoming. Happy holidays!