Can’t believe it! Today with help from Tim and Mum and Dad, we force-fed Jess with 2.5L of water/juice/milk/anything we could think of. I was praying about how the heck we could all live through getting him to drink himself silly enough to keep the mankid afloat. And the idea came to divide the day into meals and give 500ml at every meal or snack rather than trying to continuously get him to drink. You want breakfast? Great. Here’s a drink. You want a snack? Absolutely. Here’s your drink. Dinner? Drink. Bed? Drink. So I went out today and bought two cute drink bottles of 420mls each. I think it will be do-able for him to have a bottle-full at every meal. And if it’s not do-able for him, he’ll have to learn. We have only one bathroom at home, and it’s upstairs, so we probably should have a big yellow sign out the front of our house: “Warning: frequent child peeing zone”. Tim is horrified whenever I let Jess drop his dacks in the front garden. He is desperate to not be the one to drag down the neighbourhood….but while we have Bobbie reading his daily paper in his PK’s* across the road, I think we are safe (We love you Bob).
The biggest problem Jess has right now is boredom. He’s so ready to go home. We’ll work on that tomorrow. We went out to a restaurant for dinner tonight, and he and India were laughing, teasing each other, tickling each other, just in high-gear. Although it wasn’t exactly perfect-child-restaurant behaviour, it made me so happy to see them enjoying each other. I remembered how in the days before the transplant , I was watching Jesse skip and laugh with India, full of joy, and wondering if I would ever see that kid again.
I am so very thankful for modern medicine; for the prayers of God’s people, and for this gift of faith in Jesus Christ, which has carried us through these last two years intact, full of hope and joy still, and more sure than ever that this God we serve is alive and faithful.
*PK’s: Passion Killers