Trevy had an amazing day yesterday!
The cherry on top was playing "punch daddy in the nose" and hearing him laugh! And smile his new crooked smile. Cause even his right sided face muscles will need to relearn how to work. I've always been sucker for crooked smiles anyway.
Just as Jonathan and I were heading to bed (Bibi was taking the overnight shift) his IV popped out. It was going to come out eventually anyway. The trouble is...the puking. He'd made it all day without losing his lunch. And had eaten plenty. But...my worry was now he'd have to be taking all meds by mouth. Meds are just not the same as teddy grahams. In the holding it down depot.
Turns out I was right.
Bibi reported that he'd thrown up all night long. Poor baby.
The neuro-surge doc on the floor said we'll try to give him oral Zofran (to settle his tummy) and hope that it works so we don't have to put in a new IV. I hate IVs. Trevy hates IVs. The people who try to stick him hate IVS...on him. It would just be so wonderful if he could hold down the tummy meds. And they worked!
Especially because in every other way...we're ready to go home. Jonathan was all ready to go reorganize the car. Getting ready for departure.
We want to go home!
UGH!
Buuuuuut...
as frustrating as this junk is. Trevy...who we just spent the last ten minutes comforting through a wretched round of the dry heaves...
is in his bed. Humming to himself! And clapping!
That is SO flippin' huge! It's not a smooth clap or anything. But it's a clap!
And that helps when dealing with junk...
The cherry on top was playing "punch daddy in the nose" and hearing him laugh! And smile his new crooked smile. Cause even his right sided face muscles will need to relearn how to work. I've always been sucker for crooked smiles anyway.
Just as Jonathan and I were heading to bed (Bibi was taking the overnight shift) his IV popped out. It was going to come out eventually anyway. The trouble is...the puking. He'd made it all day without losing his lunch. And had eaten plenty. But...my worry was now he'd have to be taking all meds by mouth. Meds are just not the same as teddy grahams. In the holding it down depot.
Turns out I was right.
Bibi reported that he'd thrown up all night long. Poor baby.
The neuro-surge doc on the floor said we'll try to give him oral Zofran (to settle his tummy) and hope that it works so we don't have to put in a new IV. I hate IVs. Trevy hates IVs. The people who try to stick him hate IVS...on him. It would just be so wonderful if he could hold down the tummy meds. And they worked!
Especially because in every other way...we're ready to go home. Jonathan was all ready to go reorganize the car. Getting ready for departure.
We want to go home!
UGH!
Buuuuuut...
as frustrating as this junk is. Trevy...who we just spent the last ten minutes comforting through a wretched round of the dry heaves...
is in his bed. Humming to himself! And clapping!
That is SO flippin' huge! It's not a smooth clap or anything. But it's a clap!
And that helps when dealing with junk...
Comments
OK resume transmission - make me cry more.
But the clapping and playfulness is awesome! Getting closer and closer to the road home!
Erin M.
yay for the humming & clapping & poo & crooked smile...loving these updates girl!
hope u get 2 go home soon...as long as u keep the updates coming once u're there! ;0)
The clapping?
YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'M CLAPPING NOW!!!!!!!!
And since clapping is one of Colby's favorite things to do, I will make sure he give a BIG round of applause to Trevor when he wakes up in the AM!!!!
Cyndi...