In Which We Have A Pretty Great Day

Connor took it easy today; yesterday's Diastat lingered in his system through the morning and into the early afternoon so he seemed kind of drowsy and quiet.  Of course, the one exception to that was when I put him down for his nap, and then he spent the last twenty minutes or so of his quiet time yelling at the top of his lungs.  He didn't need anything; he apparently just decided that quiet time should end early.  Once I got him up he lapsed back into quiet mode.  Go figure.

During his nap time our respite care worker, Joanna, came over with her massage table.  Joanna is a medical massage therapist by trade when she's not watching little guy, and she is very, very good at what she does.  So Connor had his not-so-quiet time, and I had an hour long massage.  Really, I'm not sure I would have survived this long if I didn't get a massage like this every once in a while.  I'm pretty sure that otherwise my neck muscles would be so tight my head would pop off like a cork or something. 

It could totally happen.

Anyway, so after my massage I oozed off the table and spent the rest of the day either cleaning or holding Connor, who perked up in the afternoon as much as a teething, still-cranky-from-yesterday's-seizure kid was going to do.  He got all cute and started giving me tons of hugs and snuggles to keep my attention, which he knows I have no immunity against.  Because I still needed to be productive today we worked out a deal; I would clean for ten minutes and then play with him for five.  We used the kitchen timer to keep track, and every time it went off for Mommy And Connor Play Time he applauded.  It was adorable.

So to sum up the day: no seizures, a clean house, a massage and tons of Connor hugs and snuggles.  All in all it was pretty great!

~Jess