It Was A ...

Long night.

A very very long night.

And when I say long long I mean a looooong loooong night.

David rested comfortably in a lovely morphine-induced rest yesterday afternoon.
Last night, not so much.

Last big surgery he vomited all night, and this time he only vomited twice.
So when you say it like that, with a shot of perspective thrown in, it wasn't horrible.
Just long.

His IV hurts a lot.
His throat hurts a lot.

This morning he asked, "Mama, what's in my throat?"
So I explained that doc did surgery back there and made it shaped a little different and that's what will help him talk more clearly.
At least he's talking a bit this morning. :)

He has requested a wagon ride after breakfast, so those are our plans today. Wagon ride and eating more.
The end.

(((Hugs))),
Chris