My brave little man has now had the horrid plaster on for 3 weeks. We are at the halfway mark now. He has reached the I HATE THIS PLASTER point and its frustrating and heart breaking. On Saturday he sat on our bathroom floor for almost an hour crying and yelling at me to "Get a knife and cut this plaster off. I hate it." he wouldnt come out, wouldnt let us near him to console him at all. It was awful. Finally he calmed down and he and i played cars all afternoon :)
Tonight Shane is away for work so i thought i'd surprise Sam and make the two of us a picnic on the family room floor for dinner. He was in my room watching a dvd so i set it all up. When i went and got him and brought him out he squeeled soooo loud and laughed his little butt off !! We had one of his favourites, omlette, and i put his juice in a wine glass for him. I think that was his favourite part, he kept holding it and saying "Cheers" to me :)
I'm glad it brightened him up a little.
I know there are so many kids, and adults too, out there with illness' that far exceed my Sam's, but when it is your own child it feels like your heart is breaking. I hope i dont sound selfish for that.
Here is our simple but sweet picnic