Luke, you are giving Dad a run for his money this year.
This is the summer of 2015, and you are two and a half. This year Dad was in the hospital for an infection, a sprained ankle, stitches in his hand...and had a few other black eyes that he didn't go in to get checked out.
You got your tonsils and your adenoids out. Since you're so little, they wanted to keep you overnight anyway, but you had a reaction to the anesthesia, and so there was no question. They kept us in an observation unit in the ER, in a room with no windows, no playroom, no place to walk around. Dude, you were as brave as you could be, but it was no picnic. They wanted you to have an IV, but you were totally unimpressed and were determined to rip it out the first chance you got. The sweet peds ENT fellow walked us around outside and took you to see the dinosaur statue outside, and you hung in there with your sore throat. Eventually, they moved us to another floor, one with a room full of toys and endless popsicles and we made it through the night.
A week later, you woke up crying and bleeding, and we made a 2AM trip across town to Children's Hospital again, through the late-night blinking traffic signals on the bare, wet roads. You got another IV, more fluids, more time in that window-less obs unit. But this time around, you kept your IV in. You rested your head on the hospital pillow with your favorite blue fleece blanket in your arms and slept. You were a champ; a well-behaved little guy who ended up not needing to go back to the OR and came home the next day smiling.
The thing your Dad and I can't get over is how much your voice changed. We thought it was just because you were hoarse, but here we are a month later, and your deep little man-boy voice is gone. You sound lighter, and you breathe so much better, but I miss your manly 'Mommmeeee?'.
How quickly things change. Things you don't expect, like the sound of your favorite voice. Like the passing of a summer when you weren't yet three and Daddy and I were caught finishing leftover projects, throwing your Grandparents an anniversary party, surviving a busy season for Mom at work that left her cranky and working too late.
Summer is over, and fall is come already. We're planning to slow down a little this season. Dad bought a fire barrel, and we've been making a lot of smores, sitting outside at twilight and throwing in the first of the fallen leaves and twigs. We're enjoying the days watching you grow.
With Love,
Mom
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