Our So-Called Life.

So, Jake and I were able to hang out with some pretty awesome people this weekend and it was great! It felt so good to be in the best of company and let go after all that has been going on around here. I was uneasy about leaving Cade, two nights in a row..but I did. Besides having a nasty cold I think we are well on our way to recovery. We just need to get his Speech on track again and I will be happy!     Here are some photos from the weekend....   Dr. Miller and I in Baton Rouge                                                               Then off to NOLA.... Keegan, Me, Tanya, and Susan Jake, Keegan, Tanya, and Susan     ...

So, a lot has happened since my last Post-Op post....Where do I start??   Should I start with my the fact that my long, thick, beautiful hair is a thing of the past?!?   It is falling out and breaking...Stressed much? I think so.   Anyways, so exactly a week after Cade's T&A he took a turn for the worse. I had figured he was getting better day by day..still not himself, but none the less would be OK. I was busy doing things in the house when Carter came running up to me saying, "Mom, Cade has blood." My heart sank. I ran to him and sure enough, his mouth is pooling with blood. Jake and I ran around like crazy people and it took only seconds to realize we couldn't stop this and he needed medical attention quick. Long story cut short.   We spent the night in the hospital for "observation" which quickly turned into "operation"   Cade had another bleed in the night and all the doctors and operating team were called...

As most of you know this has been one hell of a recovery for us!   I am just so ready to have my little boy back. So, on Thursday morning Cade went into surgery at approximately 9:30 am. For the next 1 1/2 hours I sat in the surgery waiting room pondering what things would be like when he was out and going over every possible scenario that could occur. I could have never prepared myself for what was to come.   Jake, Carter, and I went up to Cade's room where he was very upset. The anesthesia hits him like a ton of bricks. He really didn't fully come out of anesthesia the whole day. He of course refused food and drink that day as well. The night was holy hell. I couldn't make him comfortable, not any way possible. His pain was unbearable and it seemed as if the pain meds weren't working. Anyways, we got through the night and it was one night down. Good deal, I was ready to force some liquids down him and get our discharge papers.   Then, out of no where Cade...