Children's Hospital means a variety of things to us:
It meant a place to park our 5th wheel so our family, including my husband, our then 3 year old daughter and 5 month old son, as well as my mother could be close to Carson.
It meant nurses and volunteers who would come and make our stay fun for our 3 year old and give her something to look forward to.
It was also a pool for her and I to spend some time together away from the hospital room.
It was a cafeteria that fed us all for 5 months.
It was clowns to make Carson smile and the singin' Chaplain to offer distraction.
It was nurses that offered so much more than just medical care.
It was concerned doctors who treated us like we were a part of what was happening.
It was being cared for by people who will forever remain close to our hearts.
It was kindness wherever we turned, smiles from the nice people who cleaned our rooms and Marv the milk man helping me with a heavy clothes basket.
It was and still is the incredibly gifted lab personel who just by seeing their familiar face can ease a child's fear of being poked.
It was the excitement of the snack lady coming by Carson's room each evening.
It was Santa coming to his room on Christmas day.
It was fun in the playroom and again with the kind volunteers that came to our room.
It was an incredible stay in Rehab, once again with wonderful people.
It was a physical therapist, who still is one of Carson's favorite people in the world, a transplant pharmacist, a social worker and chaplains that we still hug when we see them in the hall.
It was and still is an amazing group of people referred to as the Heart Center: an amazing cardiologist whose humor and obvious love for children give Carson and his siblings something to look forward to at our clinic appointments and a very talented heart surgeon, affectionately referred to by Carson as the doctor who put my new heart in.
Most of all it is a place we thank God for.