Day 2

The first 24 hours have been rough for Payton. He is really sore and still groggy. Payton’s IV burst and caused his hand to swell up and look purple. Payton’s nurse poked him three times trying to get a good vein and it continued bursting. They then called a specialist over to try and she tried another three times and each time it wouldn’t flush. Finally they had to move Payton to a rolling bed and take him another floor to have an on-call anesthesiologist try to get his IV in. The 7th time was the charm. While Payton’s nurse was trying to get his IV in him, Payton looked over at me and said “Mom, am I in trouble?” I lost it again. It made me feel horrible if he was thinking that he was getting poked because he was in trouble. They lowered Payton’s Epidural dosage to try and get him to move his feet and legs a little more. He had little sips of water and some ice chips and has been given the ok to try to eat a little, but doesn’t seem to have the desire. It breaks my heart watching Payton go from being a normal healthy boy running around, to being tied down to a hospital bed. He is so sweet and so courageous. Dr. Miller came by to check on Payton and said that they don’t have the results from the pathologist yet but will have them tomorrow. It has been the longest five weeks of my life waiting and wondering what will happen to my little guy. It has torn me apart and I have gone through every emotion possible. I look back at the past month and it all feels like a blur. I cannot recall much of the time and feel like I just went through the motions to get through. I love him more than anything and this past five weeks has once again reminded me of what is most important in life. There is nothing more important than your family and your loved ones. Money and material things will come and go but when you get put in a situation like this nothing else matters. I pray for good results.