7-4-07

This morning, at 6am, Squirt woke me and said, "Mom. Look at my hand". It was like a blown up rubber glove. Infiltration, they called it. He was in intense pain, as all the overnight pain meds had gone into his hand. It was a frantic few hours as the nurses and docs tried to bring his pain under control and his hand from popping. New IV line started in the other hand... blood drawn... and a new pain medicines. Over the course of the day everything improved so much. He walked. He ate. He raided the 7th floor kitchen and brought back all the icecream, popsicles and juices he could find. He ate dinner then begged for cheese pizza, which he called a "plice of pees cheeza", and we all laughed. Pain meds working well, my boy was coming out of the worst of things.