HP went under the knife for the second time this past week. Not our favorite activity that's for sure. I am currently on day 3 of being at home with him during the recovery process. So far we're doing alright. I've just had to physically restrain him once so far to get him to take medicine. He insisted that he 'was full of medicine' and that he was all better anyway and didn't need anymore.
I've felt like a new parent again having to wake up several times in the night to crying and/or to check if he was in fact still breathing.
To keep my sanity I've run off to the YMCA while Jon's been home. Re-loaded with with energy and more squishy foods every time I return. So far HP likes pudding, chocolate milk and gummy bears. I have done my fair share of ice cream eating.
Sideways giggles while sporting our matching hospital bracelets.
Post op puffy face.
Daddy pep talks.
