Yesterday was supposed to be a good day. That's what I was hoping for when I got up the babes and decided I would not act like a completely crazy b-word to my husband when he came home from work at 8:20 at night. I would take the little ones to run a few errands, get some projects done, cook dinner, and not feel so trapped at our house by staying there all day and evening long. But my day did not go as planned. Instead I wound up cleaning up throw up off my child and his car seat in a parking lot only a mile away from our home, and then spent several hours at Children's Hospital standing in line in their E.R., waiting in Radiology/Imaging, holding my sons hand while they did more x-rays and a CT Scan, waiting in his Neurosurgeon's office, and then finding out we have to go back again tomorrow for more tests and have a chance at being admitted on the off chance that he needs another shunt revision. It's only been 2 weeks since his last one.
I'm really stressed about the whole not knowing exactly what's wrong with his shunt, but let's schedule him for another surgery just in case we find something while doing his shuntogram today. Surgery means staying in the hospital again and my baby being sliced into, no one wants more of that... Unless it means it will be the last time we have to do it again.
Levi is of course a rock star and playing and pretty much acting as normal as can be, so it kind of makes it so much harder, seeing a seemingly well kid have to go through surgeries and all these tests. I mean look at this amazing boy. He's rocking the sock I accidentally dyed purple when doing the stuff for Rian's room.
He is so smart, he knows that you need keys to start cars in order to go places, so of course you would need keys to start tricycles too, right?
And check out his blinging purple mardi gras type beaded necklace.
Yeah we know you're incredibly handsome, don't worry.