He woke, he cried, he got into bed with me, and then he explained. I held him and Owen said, “does your mouth hurt ahh ahh wash your face wash your face ahh ahh”. I laid there trying to process it all. It seems like I had only been asleep a few minutes when he came to me. I tried to look in his mouth with the flashlight on my phone, but he screamed more. Requesting the light to “be turn it offT”. He doesn’t like light and especially when it is dark already. The way he was acting, and the words he was able to share with me, made me think he bit the inside of his mouth again. I told him that I was going to get up and get him some milk, hoping this would calm him. I thought Tylenol might help him as well. He wanted the milk and he wanted me to wash his face. I gave him his toothbrush, but he took my finger to feel inside his mouth instead. After a few more minutes, somehow, I convinced him to lay back down. I thought we would be up for the night. He finally fell back asleep hours later, but thankfully he wasn’t upset the whole time, only concerned with how the blanket wasn’t on us properly and he wanted to lay on my head and back. These seem to be where he finds more comfort. When he first woke I thought it might be causing him more pain, but he quickly said the same words he said to me during the night, got up, and was ready to start our day. Since then he hasn’t acted like it bothered him at all. I look at Owen and I think how much he has taught me about life. I stress about stress when I should be happy about life. I try to remain calm in a river of diversity, but sometimes my calm goes flying out of the boat like a net cast trying to catch all the fish, in all the seas at one moment. Find strength in knowing that this is one moment in time. Keep pushing forward and smile even in the rain. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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