Lammy standing by.
LP days are a challenge because they have to sedate which means that Leo can’t eat. There’s not really any way to explain to him why that’s a thing without scaring the poo out of him. It just sounds like doctors are straight kookie dookes monsters who don’t like little boys.
I was happy to hear that he’s hungry. I hate that it makes him cry. But he barely ate anything all weekend. He dropped half a kilo of weight. Not sure what that is in pounds. He feels skinny again.
Last night he ate two eggs. For breakfast he ate a waffle. He played. He smiled. He laughed. He misbehaved.
It’s weird to thank God for hunger. But I’m thankful today that he has the desire for food, even if its lack causes him a little pain. And it helps me push through the weeping.
I’ve been through enough sedations to know that he’s fighting them right now. I can hear it. He is strong and I’ll take that too.
I’ll take this whole life, in fact. It’s mine.
And I’m thankful.