In Which Connor Makes A Comeback

So I've been growing my hair out for a while now, and it's gotten pretty long-- a few inches past shoulder length, which is the longest I've had it since high school and certainly the longest Jeremy has ever seen it.

I've been having fun playing with different ways of putting it up, and enjoying being able to stick it back in a ponytail, and today I spent a bit of idle time why I hadn't started growing it out years ago.  And then today I was lying on my back playing with Connor by lifting him up, turning him upside down and "flying" him around, which he finds hilarious, and he laughed so hard that he threw up.  On my head.

And now I remember why I used to have my hair cut so short.

So after I washed my hair eighty bajillion times and felt sort of clean again I plugged my camera in with my shiny new USB cable and pulled off the 100+ pictures I've taken since I lost my previous cable.  It's going to take me a while to go through them, but I have to say that so far they are not really an awe-inspiring bunch. 

Highlights that I've posted here for your viewing pleasure of those taken in the last few weeks include "I'm not feeling great and you're forcing me to play the keyboard on top of that," "Look, I'm really, really not feeling so hot right now and Hospital Monkey is the only one who understands me," and this morning's "I just got up three minutes ago and I'm not really awake enough for pictures." 

Lovely, huh?

So in all of these photos he has his hearing aids out and his hair is a mess-- he'd just woken up in all of them.  The difference is that in the first two he was in the middle of a long seizure run, and in the last one he might have just woken up but he's feeling pretty good.  Looking at these the difference in his appearance to me is pretty striking-- the gigantic dark circles under his eyes have started to go away and his color is a whole heck of a lot better, even if he does have his blanket pattern imprinted on half his face.  He also doesn't have that scary zombified expression on his face that we've seen a whole heck of a lot of in the past few weeks-- the one that says "Absolutely all of my energy is focused on surviving these seizures and I don't have any leeway for anything else." 

It's scary to look at these photos and have visual proof of just how depleted his stores were getting in the past two weeks, but it's pretty heartening too to see what an amazing difference just a few seizure-free days can make. 

That's my big boy!

~Jess