I'm typing from Alex's hospital room because John and Julia brought a laptop.
Going back to yesterday.
When Alex and I got to the hospital yesterday morning the first thing I was told was how our surgeon was never on time. Imagine my surprise when they took Alex back for surgery a half hour early. I had to smile when I got a page an hour later that they were starting the surgery. :)
The surgery went well, the incision looks good. Yesterday Alex seemed to be making excellent progress. John's work is only five minutes from the hospital so he has popped in a couple of times to see Alex and relieve me so that I could take a walk around the hospital.
Even when John and Rachel came last night, Alex seemed to be doing well. But that didn't last long. Before midnight he vomited up his oral meds-- so I asked for Tylenol suppositories. Too bad all his other meds can't be given this way as well. It was a restless night... Alex began a low grade fever, his whole body seems tense. I slept next to him just so I could keep rubbing his tummy for comfort. Didn't realize how hot it can actually be sleeping next to a little heater. :) In the morning he was complaining of a headache and a sore neck. He was put back on IV fluids because he throws up everything.
Funny thing is we can still make him laugh. He gets in a smile in between the pain. Still, I had the doctor paged because my Mama radar senses something is not quite right.
John and Julia are visiting now. The neurosurgeon just left. Alex has a squishy pocket on his back that is incredibly sensitive and causes great pain. It could be air or fluid. He could have aseptic meningitis, hydrocephalus, or absolutely nothing. The doctor will be back in the morning to check on him.
The earliest Alex can come home is Sunday afternoon, but now I am not so sure. One minute he cries to go home, the next he is happy snuggling and watching Spongebob.
The nurses have been very nice-- all I have been referred to as is Mom. :)
Thank you for the prayers. Alex is a trooper!
I want to leave with you one quote from the book "When the Game is Over It All Goes Back in the Box" by John Ortberg.
"Every time someone says yes to God, the world changes a little. But sometimes people say no. Every time you say no to God, you change a little. Your heart gets a little harder. Your spirit dies a little. Your addiction to comfort gets a little stronger."