What Hurts More, Having Your Chest Cracked or Removing a Band-Aid?
Zack has enjoyed a great first day at home. He frantically played with all his toys after having missed three days of playtime. He began the day early sitting in bed at 7 a.m. playing his Nintendo DS...a special treat he only gets to play on weekends.
He and Dad then built a Star Wars Lego kit and he read a new book, Zack's Alligator, given to him by his kindergarten teacher Mrs. Wolff. To round off the day, he put on his real stethoscope, clipped four ink pens to his collar and went around the house giving mom and dad shots, listening to our hearts, drawing blood and checking our blood pressure. A little role play to process the experience? Perhaps.
The boy who gallantly walked through open heart surgery without ever shedding a tear (except for when his chest tubes were removed) continues to struggle with the daily routine of changing his Band-Aids. This simple act seems extremely stressful to him, but we remind him that he's had open heart surgery so removing a Band-Aid is literally nothing in comparison. Go figure.
Here we are leaving the hospital yesterday. He was thrilled to break free!
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Dear Zack,
Aunt Linda called me two times to ask if you ever got the Big Red Soda you requested the night of surgery. I promised her I will buy you some. I will see you Monday and start the second shift. I will put Snert Dog in Doggie Summer Camp while I am with you. "I love you more". MuMaMa
Posted by: MuMaMa | July 12, 2008 11:42 PM