Friday Night

After Albert went to sleep on Friday night, I was sitting up with Ian and he was hurting. We gave him some Tylenol but even 45 minutes later he was still restlessly thrashing his legs and softly crying. He couldn't relax. I tried talking to him and tickling him softly, but nothing I tried helped. I thought of asking the nurse for more pain medication, though I knew that would upset him more because he had told the nurse to leave him alone and fought and cried with the other medications.

Finally the thought came to me that we should say a prayer. I hadn't been having bedtime prayers with him since we've been at the hospital. I suggested the idea but he just kept crying and squirming. I whispered the prayer loud enough for him to hear. Then I leaned over kind-of huddling him. He pulled his legs up and his arms in under me and began to relax. I held him for a minute and then pulled an extra sheet and blanket over him and watched him fall peacefully to sleep. I am so thankful for these answers to our prayers.

Ian slept much better this night than the night before, but I woke up during the night because I heard him making some noise and found him sitting straight up in bed (I was sure glad he hadn't fallen out)! He could see out of small cracks in each eye and began jabbing about the dream he had just had. This was the most energy I'd seen out of him since we'd been hear and it made me happy (even though the dream made little sense -- I figured that was fairly normal :)).