The last time my mom was in the hospital -- I think early this year -- I started making a crocheted hippopotamus. I finished it after she was released -- might have already posted this here, no idea.
I brought Fanny (her name is Fanny, the Hipposaurus Giganticus, because 1) she is huge, and 2) she has a terribly voluptuous bottom) to the hospital a couple of days ago, because she's so huggable. And my mom does hug her, and doze with her cheek resting on Fanny's flank as she was when I came in late yesterday evening for a last check of the day. Last night the night nurse told me my mom slept hugging Fanny all night the night before.
This is Fanny:
My mom took a fall yesterday evening, fortunately not injured insofar as we can tell right now. I'm fixing to head up to the hospital, but wanted to post about Fanny. If she gives my mom any comfort at all it will be such a joy for me. She was fun to make, and she's a little bit of me I can give my mom when I'm not physically present.