I’m still stewing and brewing that post about our hospital experience. There are so many layers to tease apart that it’s difficult to sort out just yet. But Nik is unaware of that and just keeps moving on!
Meanwhile, with some pharmaceutical assistance, today Nik finally released the last vestiges of what had been trapped in his rectum for the better part of several weeks. To say there was a marked change in his demeanor would be an understatement. This translated into a very happy child for the remainder of the afternoon and evening.
It also translated into a little boy who joyfully fed himself for the first time ever using a fork tonight. An odd assortment of things such as mashed banana and goldfish crackers (yes, mixed together —he’s got an adventurous palate, what can I say?), shredded pork tenderloin, potato with sour cream, and broccoli.
Nik went to bed without fuss or fight and has been sleeping very peacefully. I’m keeping my fingers, toes, eyes —and whatever else I can possibly cross— crossed in the hopes that tonight we can all sleep in peace.
Thank you, all of you, for your good thoughts and wishes, your prayers and words of support during this challenging time. You helped me keep my flagging spirits lifted while we were in the hospital. Truly.