Well, we’re stuck here because of “mandatory protocol for TB” which requires three days in a row of those yucky “tube down the nose to the tummy to drag up some gunk” test. To which I say again, “Dagnabbit!!”
Now to change the subject.
Aiden was crying out to “EAT” right before surgery. He was back in the room at 2PM and eating jello by 2:30. At 3:30 he had a very late lunch (chicken noodle soup, apple sauce, and chocolate pudding) at 5:30 he had a snack (nutri-grain bar and vanilla pudding) and at 6:30 dinner (mac-n-cheese). As you can see he had some catching up to do.
In case you wondered, Aiden is adored by the entire nursing staff. They pretty much have fallen in love with the little guy. Who can blame them? He has charmed them with his silly grins, his great laugh, high fives, hi’s and bye’s, and just by being stinkin’ cute! During our wagon rides through the hospital, Aiden conducts his famous “meet and greet” leaving not a single soul feeling unloved. Go Aiden!