March 19, 1921.
Had my first “walk out” today. The windows in the living-room and dining-room were opened, we all put on our outdoor clothing and then walked about the rooms, Mother, Father and Great Aunt Elizabeth in turn carrying me. The outing did us all good.
I am still a bit “gassy,” though improving. This afternoon my dear mother, worn out by anxiety and weariness, burst into tears when she saw me lying on the bed sleeping so quietly she couldn’t hear me breath. I was so sorry she was frightened — and as nothing.
Mother climbed eight steps today.