Last night we ended on a positive note. Tuck decorated a get well with love card for Kinzie. Tuck has his “Stumpy” the elephant, Kinzie has her red blanket. And as of late yesterday we got the go ahead all clear to have a short visit with her. Praise Jesus raise your hands Tuck literally squealed with excitement.
I know how Kinzie paces the floors and lays in his bedroom crying when he is not home, I have photographed her recently watching him nap waiting patiently for him to wake up, so I could NOT imagine what she was feeling at the dr. It broke my heart into a bagillion pieces and kept me up most of the night.
This morning’s phone call up date was she was responding to her name, her fever has gone down, and they were going to attempt a syringe of water this afternoon. If they only knew changing out those stark clean medicinal kennels with a plethora of “Mama beds” they would have no need for all this recovery time.
No one listens to me.
This morning we loaded up the truck with her gifts, cards, red blanket and hit the road.
After Tuck was out of school this morning, we had about 9,102,836,574 errands to run and one of them was re-introducing him to his familiar. His Day School. Where his little social life began. And where daily we were impacted by the very beginnings of Team Tuck. He continuously asks about his “Randa School” (Randa is his affectionate name for his teacher there) and I asked if he could attend one last summer. One last hoorah before he leaves me behind for girls and t-ball, realizes I don’t actually speak the gospel as he begins his journey next year into Kindergarten.
We stopped by right before lunch and met up with THIS friend that will be in his class. These two have missed each other for over a year. Tuck still remembered his friend and was asking about him days before we arrived. I nearly melted into the wood chips over this adorableness.
Before we left, little friend told me he loved me. Swoon.
Our next stop was Kinzie.
As of last night she is accepting tiny teaspoon portions of wet dog food, and will take a syringe of water. This is going to be a slow process for her and us. Tuck wouldn’t keep his hands off of her and he was beyond thrilled to see her. He read her his card and talked to her like his old friend. And Kinzie looks a lil rough here, but she pepped up while we were visiting wagging her little nub of a tail. We are hopeful that by Thursday she will get to come home.
As an OCD control freak planner of all things in life, this has taken me to a whole new level. I can’t bank on how long she’ll be with us. I can’t control what’s happening but for now it’s good.
For now I’m ok with it. She’s happy. He’s happy. I’m happy.