Burned Out

We all had a pretty quiet day today. Connor seemed to feel a little better, though he still doesn't want to drink much of anything (he only took seven ounces today, and three of those were by syringe as he'll swallow but doesn't want to suck) and he's slept a lot, but hopefully he's on the mend. His throat is still very, very sore, and so he's kind of hoarse. He's felt around his g-tube, and he knows it's there, but thankfully he's left it alone. The incision site looks good and it's not leaking at all, so that's a happy thing.

I went out this morning and bought him a ridiculous number of clothes, as the Babies-R-Us was having a big sale and we needed outfits he'd be able to wear to school without exposing his g-tube. I got two pairs of overalls, several zip-up footie pajamas that we'll cut a little hole in for feeding at night, a few onsie shirts, and some one piece outfits for the daytime. I also bought the kid six or seven new videos from Half Price Books, and a new toy. I might be feeling just a tad bit guilty for putting him through all this, despite how much I tell myself that it was necessary, beneficial, etc. It's hard to make myself remember that when it's obvious he feels terrible.

I don't think Jer and I realized how exhausted we both were until this afternoon, when we put Connor down for a nap and promptly crashed ourselves. I'm not sure how long we slept, but I know for me it was at least four hours. Tomorrow is Connor's IEP, so with any luck we won't be so drained. I'll let you all know how it goes.

~Jess