Carter's pain is improving and the amount of pain medication he requires is decreasing. This makes me happy because he just hasn't been himself lately. I have debated on telling this story, but I just can't resist. During Carter's hospitalization he was receiving very strong pain medication. He would talk in his sleep and still be confused upon waking. One night he woke up and told me he needed to get to the sink. I tried to talk him out of his confused state but he just kept insisting that he needed to get to the sink. Finally, he looked at me and said, "Good grief, woman, get me to the sink!" I started laughing hysterically because that isn't typical language for Carter and he has definitely never called me "woman". My laughing got his attention and he awoke fully with no recollection of what he had said. I guess I needed a good laugh.
Today has been a good day, thank goodness. Yesterday was so difficult and I truly felt that I couldn't handle anymore. Last night when I finally got Carter to sleep I burst into tears. I didn't know what to do. The only thing I could think of was to kneel at the couch and pray, although I think I cried more than prayed. No matter, my prayers and the prayers of my family were answered. Today hasn't been perfect, but it has been better. I was able to get in touch with the Relief Society President from the ward. She was so kind and offered to come sit with Carter while I ran to the store for groceries (in her car). She brought her own nine year old son which pleased Carter immensely. They played GI Joes together and Carter seemed like any other little boy, I loved seeing that. We both have renewed spirits and determination to keep going.
Carter's humorous nature is resurfacing, today he looked out the window and said, "What a nice view we have!"