Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Thanksigiving Day, Dartmouth Hitchcock Medical Center. Grampa was feeling better, his appetite increasing every day, so we made our way down to the cafeteria for lunch. (Great) Nana Holt, Uncle Wayne, and Aunt Patty joined us.

Lil’ dude didn’t want to be left behind.

After lunch, roaming the empty hospital.

Noah as comic relief.

Yesterday, after 28 days in the hospital, Grampa Holt went home. Such a relief. Thanks to everyone who was pulling for him, and props to Auntie Mindy for spending the last week sleeping on a cot in Grampa’s room, helping out where she could and keeping everyone updated.

Flashback to last Wednesday morning when we woke up in White River Junction, VT. We battled a freak snowstorm in hopes of helping Grampa battle the boredom of bouncing around hospital rooms for almost a month.

Grampa’s last room had the best view.

The doctors encouraged Grampa to walk as much as he could, so that we did.

Grampa’s dob kit. A sign he was going to get out soon, you can’t keep a player down.

A couple Saturdays ago we walked over to the Transit Museum.

To make sure it was an adventure, we linked up with this girl.

The Transit Museum is great, you can pretend to drive buses…

There are scale models that let you know what it’s like to have a train coming at you…

But downstairs, you can see what it would be like to sit in the trains of yesteryear.

There is even a museum cat.

Derbils!

Pole dancers.

The best lesson, learning how to ride for free.

Today marks three weeks since Grampa Holt went in to have his gallbladder removed. He should have gone home the same day but his digestive system refused to play nice and got itself into a bind requiring a couple surgeries and a whole bunch of patience. It’s been a long, tough three weeks.

The other night Noah distracted Grampa with a couple stories.

See you (in person) tomorrow Grampa!

Noah’s school was closed on Veteran’s Day so we wandered through Prospect Park on our way to the zoo. Kicking leaves most of the way.

Zoo!

Sea lion feeding brings em’ out.

Cold walk home.