Sunday, June 1, 2008


Today is day five post surgery. Everyday seems to get a bit better. Eating is still minimal and the poor kid is skin and bones. His continual crankiness is a little hard to take. I keep on having to remind myself that he is in pain. What I want to tell him is to suck it up and quit whining. As long as he's on Tylenol, he seems pretty good. The problems come when it wears off. Mornings are bad because he hasn't had medication in twelve hours. He fights taking it because it hurts so much to swallow. It hurts so much that his mouth is constantly filled with saliva and he's drooling.

On a positive note, there has been a reprieve to his constant chatter. We actually went to Brewster's yesterday, and he didn't say one word in the car. This is so highly unusual, that I had to keep on looking back at him to make sure he was ok. It hurts him to talk so he does much less of it. I know it's temporary but I have to admit is refreshing.

Sophia is a bit frustrated. She's used to being the one held most of the time. Now, Samuel wants to sit in my lap and she's not happy about it. And, he gets special treats all the time. She loves tackling him and wrestling with him. But these last few days he doesn't want anything to do with her. So she's been a bit sad.

The paper that we got from the hospital say that days five through eight are the toughest. This is because the scabs that have formed will begin to separate and the pain increases. If these next few days are tougher than what he's already been through, it's not going to be fun. Maybe that paper is wrong. I sure hope so.