When Aidan was born he was in the hospital for 3 months. This was obviously a time of crisis for our family. It was a time full of fear, drama, and even humor. This is the drama story. Aidan had been put on a ventilator to breathe. I couldn’t hold him during this time because tubes were everywhere. One evening at the change of shift Aidan started to extubate himself. He wiggled his tube free. Well, beepers began beeping everywhere and Aidan started fussing, which he couldn’t do while properly intubated. The thing is, Aidan did this at the change of a shift. No one coming on had worked with him before. So the Attending Doc hustles over and starts asking about meds and diagnosis etc. and I start very calmly rattling off the answers. After all, I was the only one who had been with him consistently for 2 months, so yes, I knew the answers. The curtain was closed on me and I was gently escorted out of the room. Then Dr. Ross (George Clooney) and Dr. Shephard (McDreamy, duh) came along to comfort me. Wait, wait, wait. I was with YaYa Jen, a close second. When I was allowed back into the room, the doctor made it very clear that he was ready to intubate again as soon as Aidan’s O2 levels dropped. Without going into all of the medical junk, I was in disagreement and did not want him re-intubated. I stayed as long as I could that night, whispering, “Breathe, Aidan, breathe.” I told the nurse where I stood but knew they would make whatever decisions they felt would keep him safe. I came back in the morning fully expecting Aidan to again be on the ventilator. He wasn’t. His O2 levels had dropped and he had recovered as I expected. Somehow, this nurse advocated for me and I was incredibly grateful. I could hold my little fighter again.