We just finished up the third round of surgeries since Joshua was born and once again, my little guy surprised me with his strength and resilience. He’s not afraid of anyone or anything. He jumped right up on the scale to get weighed and measured, stuck out his arm of choice for the blood pressure cuff and walked off confidently with the anesthesiologist as mom and Dad wave goodbye at the door.
When he woke up he was smiley and thirsty, but there was no crying or whining whatsoever. It didn’t take long for him to drink a bunch of juice and water and start asking for food. The nurse asked if him mouth hurt and he said no every time. What a trooper. Within a couple of hours, he was playing with a fun drawing book from our friend Angela and asking to watch some TV or a movie. He took a nice long nap and then ate some pudding and drank more juice. He did his typical flirting with the nurse, which got him some ice cream and THEN, even though we were supposed to stay all night, he was doing SO well the doctor said we could go home at 8PM! Yipee! He chatted all the way home telling me where to drive and how fast and what music to play. At home he ate a frosty, ran around with his new fleece blanket as a cape (THANK YOU to the people who make and donate those kinds of things to PCMC) and then slept the whole night through. When he woke up crying I thought maybe he was finally feeling some pain, but nope. He slept so well that he didn’t wake up in time to make it to the bathroom and he wasn’t happy about that. Nothing a trip to the store to pick out jello and ice cream won’t cure.

On the way home from the store, it hit me just how strong this little boy is. He handles pain better than I do and his outlook is so positive and upbeat. He’s outgoing and friendly, smart and strong all in one. He is amazing and I know he’s going to do great things with his courage and strength.

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