Comments on: Growing up in Hospitals…. http://www.thelifewecherish.com/growing-up-in-hospitals/ Cherish: to hold dear; treat with tenderness; aid or protect. Sun, 17 Oct 2010 09:20:16 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Carly-Jay http://www.thelifewecherish.com/growing-up-in-hospitals//comment-page-1#comment-221 Carly-Jay Tue, 10 Mar 2009 07:06:27 +0000 http://www.thelifewecherish.com/?p=365#comment-221 Lily, you just brought a gush of memories through the floodgates. I too was often the eldest C.F'er and there were two little girls in particular that I 'looked after'. The elder sister passed away in 1994 and the other was transplanted a few years ago. I remember putting them to bed, reading them stories, listen to their pain and try to soothe them. There are a lot of situations like that which spring to mind, but one of the most vivid is when I helped nurse a dying friend in Adelaide Billing when I was eleven. There's no way that that would be allowed to happen now, but I wouldn't change anything about it. I loved spending time with the girls - and the boys - and I would also feed and bathe babies out in the general ward who were in hospital for varying reasons. There is one baby I remember so, so well. I would just hold him, cuddle him and play with him. If he fell asleep in my arms, I would just watch him sleeping and the cycle of his breathing. I'd put him back in his cot and return to him for a cuddle when he woke up. I'd do almost anything to know who he is because he gave me such joy. Thank you so much for this post :) Lily, you just brought a gush of memories through the floodgates. I too was often the eldest C.F’er and there were two little girls in particular that I ‘looked after’. The elder sister passed away in 1994 and the other was transplanted a few years ago. I remember putting them to bed, reading them stories, listen to their pain and try to soothe them.

There are a lot of situations like that which spring to mind, but one of the most vivid is when I helped nurse a dying friend in Adelaide Billing when I was eleven. There’s no way that that would be allowed to happen now, but I wouldn’t change anything about it.

I loved spending time with the girls – and the boys – and I would also feed and bathe babies out in the general ward who were in hospital for varying reasons. There is one baby I remember so, so well. I would just hold him, cuddle him and play with him. If he fell asleep in my arms, I would just watch him sleeping and the cycle of his breathing. I’d put him back in his cot and return to him for a cuddle when he woke up. I’d do almost anything to know who he is because he gave me such joy. Thank you so much for this post :)

]]> By: Elizabeth http://www.thelifewecherish.com/growing-up-in-hospitals//comment-page-1#comment-207 Elizabeth Sat, 07 Mar 2009 06:31:14 +0000 http://www.thelifewecherish.com/?p=365#comment-207 Lily this is a truely beautiful article. On behalf of all parents with little ones in hospital, Thank you. Lily this is a truely beautiful article. On behalf of all parents with little ones in hospital,
Thank you.

]]> By: somer Love http://www.thelifewecherish.com/growing-up-in-hospitals//comment-page-1#comment-201 somer Love Fri, 06 Mar 2009 15:25:25 +0000 http://www.thelifewecherish.com/?p=365#comment-201 I am glad you have had a friend there.... That makes time go by... I am glad you have had a friend there…. That makes time go by…

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