On our way to the hospital I told Eli we were going on an adventure. He got to eat popsicles and chocolate pudding and pretty much whatever he wanted. Just get the kid to eat! He doesn't have much to him, so loosing weight is not a good thing.
The ENT came to us on Thursday and told us Eli had responded well to the steroids and antibiotics. By this time he almost had his appetite back. We finally arrived home around 2pm with oral antibiotics and requests for follow up visits. Eli says "Mom, I didn't like that adventure." Me, either, kid.
We were exhausted! Eli was still pretty rough on Thursday and Friday morning. I was wondering if we'd end up back at the hospital. I was really, really stressed! Eli took a hour nap on Friday, then slept for another 12 hours Friday night. He needed it!
On Friday during his nap, I started my Bible study. We're studying Acts, but have ventured to other books to understand Paul's missionary journeys better. In 1 Corinthians 9:25 Paul says "Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever." For some reason, it struck me that I haven't been very disciplined about praying for my children. So I got up, knelt at Eli's door and prayed that God would heal my son and that my fears would be replaced with His peace regardless of the outcome.
And wouldn't you know it...Eli woke up and was almost a new kid. Amazing how that works, isn't it?
I had the opportunity to hang out with some friends Friday night and I really needed it, although I was pretty worn out.
This medicine has really messed with Eli. He's almost bipolar on it, and quite strong willed. Right now he's doing a great job of playing with his toys by himself, but who knows what the next moment will bring. Yesterday he had a full on tantrum at school because he didn't want to go. Because of my training with BSF, I knew exactly what to do. I told him I love him, that I'd be back after school to get him, the teacher pried him off my arm and I turned my back and walked away knowing he'd be fine. Well, maybe I turned my back so he wouldn't see the tears flowing. I'm such a sap nowadays! He's NEVER done that before! Guilt, guilt and more guilt for good measure. I felt so bad for him. But his teacher said he did great as soon as they turned the corner.
I have a parent teacher meeting with Eli's teachers today. I'm interested to see what they're going to say about him and exactly why the teacher called the conference...maybe it's obligatory for those who are behind. I just hope it isn't anything major!
And I have to decide what to do with the kids next year. They won't let Amelia in to the montessori school because she won't have montessori background going in to 1st grade. So do I let Eli stay? He told me just this morning he wanted to go to school with Amelia.
I'm checking out a couple charter schools in the area (free!) to see if that would be an option. So much up in the air!!