Catching up and family

This has just been a brutal week.  My poor son had a horrible time with his tonsillectomy, so you know as a Mom I had a horrible time, too.  We knew it was going to be bad, I mean really bad, but I felt with diligent care, keeping on top of the pain medication and all we might sneak through a tiny bit, but I was wrong.  The poor child was is in incredible pain, for days.  He slept in my bed for three nights so I could help him round the clock, for a 17 year old to voluntarily sleep in his mom's bed you know things are bad.  I almost took him to Emergency more times than I can count.  But as of late Friday things started to turn around a bit.  I finally got some Gatorade and ice cream in him, and he had a shower!  I almost wanted to run around the neighborhood high fiving everyone because my 17 year old son was able to take his first shower in four days! Yesterday he was awake for 11 hours straight, and even had another shower, and about 1/2 cup of super soft mashed potatoes.  We are on a roll!!!  I am decreasing the pain medication even if he feels he is not quite ready, he is on some heavy duty stuff and it makes him groggy.  The more alert you are the more you might want to eat and regain your strength.  And if he is awake I no longer have to wake him up on the hour to get him to drink fluids, I feel like I might actually be getting my life back.  Frankly I am exhausted, but I feel like complaining is ridiculous after what he has gone though.  I have learned something about my quiet boy, he is a fighter, and he fought through each and every swallow, much braver than I think I could have been.

As you know amongst this surgery we also had family visiting.  My darling niece and her family came for five whole days.  They came to visit us, see my Dad and of course meet Little Buddy, who was thrilled.  He kept pulling himself up on his walker and saying, "Come on cousins, let's go!"  And they did.  My niece was enthralled with him, taking him in the pool, walks outside with his walker and generally playing with him so I could take care of my son.  It seemed like bad timing for a visit but it actually worked out beautifully.

Here are a few pictures of their visit.

My Dad with his grandchildren and great grandchildren.  He has lots more but these were the ones visiting.  My three are on the left, pre-surgery of course.

I adore my niece and her wonderful family.  I have written many times about my love of being an Aunt.  This visit I was not as involved, not as much fun as I would like to have been.  But I think they had a wonderful time anyway.

Wishing you all a wonderful day and I want to thank you for all of your prayers and concern about my son.  One blogger friend of mine, took the time to reach out to me many, many times through email and helped me through this one sharing her wonderful nursing knowledge.  You know who you are and I can not thank you enough.  It is amazing how much bloggers care, taking the time out of their busy lives to help someone across the world care for her son.  Thank you.