Thursday, November 3, 2011
"HEAR" he is.
Time to rub the lidocaine cream on the tops of Lincoln's hands an hour before he went to the hospital.
It was SUPPOSED to numb the area where they'd hook up his IV.
(Supposed to--as the operative words here. It didn't work. Poor fella.)
Ben wanted to be with Lincoln for the surgery.
He didn't like the idea of me and little Sammy at the hospital, so he took the day off to be with Lincoln.
I sent them on their way, a backpack stuffed with Lincoln's favorite blanket and stuffed snake.
He was a little cautious this morning. Scared and nervous, he said.
The opposite of yesterday.
He could choose any flavors he wanted within certain categories:
popsicles, yogurt, jello, pudding, and gatarade.
That's how he felt. He said, "You mean, I can choose ANYTHING I want!?"
Sweet boy, he practically skipped through the whole store.
(I was so glad we had something exciting for Lincoln to do because at the exact same time, Ben was getting ice cream with the big boys--a reward for consistent stellar performance at school. They were getting lazy about spelling tests and needed something to work towards, ahem, to reaquaint them with their more academic selves. It worked.)
In spite of it all, today was a good day.
at 9:28 PM