|Gabrielle, 2 days old in the NICU in BC Children's (October 15th)|
| Michael at the park down the street from BC Children's. |
Hard to believe how much he's grown up through all this.
|Amy and Gabrielle in for a pre-transplant|
appointment in January 2011.
|The winter beach on my run the morning before Gabrielle slipped with |
bronchiolitis and went from Langley Memorial Hospital to Children's.
Let it be said that Amy was far too concerned and "in tune"
to be going for runs that February morning.
|The boys standing in front of Canuck Place during Gabrielle's February visit for|
bronchiolitis ... a place that seemed surreal and "not for us," and one we can't
wait to go as a family (once we get out of ICU) after being disjointed for over 3 months.
|Gabrielle and Amy after her surgery to get the main line put in to|
begin the chemotherapy and stem-cell transplant in early March.
|Vancouver at the beginning of Gabrielle's transplant, early March 2011.|
|Gabrielle in the Day+30's before her second in-tranplant set-back|
with the coronavirus, basking in the warming spring sun shining
through the hospital window.
|Jimmy and Micky going for a nature walk with their cousins|
Cole and Gavin in the budding spring woods.
|Daddy taking Gabrielle for her first walk outside the|
hospital after roughly 80 days. The leaves were out,
the birds were chirping, and she and I were overwhelmed
in very different ways on that evening in the late spring.
|Mommy, Micky, and Jimmy at home with Gabrielle for all of 12 days before returning.|
|Mom with Gabrielle the day after being ambulanced back to BC Children's with|
dangerously low oxygen levels. The room with the warm, close-to-summer sun was
short-lived as she was transferred to ICU for need of high-flow oxygen.
|Gabrielle (8.5 mo.) and brother Micky (almost 2 yrs) in |
the ICU just days before the beginning of Summer 2011.
If you had asked me on October 12, 2010 what kind of pictures the upcoming 3 seasons were going to include, I don't think I would have guessed one of these. It's amazing what time holds in store ... and as the leaves bristle in the breeze on this summer eve, I can only wonder what the next few seasons will bring.