it's the little things that count
So things are almost back to normal with the boys, short term at least.
Caleb came out of the operation fine. Well, that’s not 100% correct, he came out looking like he’d taken one too many valiums to calm the nerves. Never seen someone looking so dopey, granted I’ve lived a self-constructed sheltered life but still, the kid looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. So he did, not for a week, really only about an hour and a half but it felt that long because hospitals are so boring.
And then he awoke and went straight back to his normal self, a couple of hours later I was getting him in trouble for beating up his older brother so quite clearly he isn’t feeling that bad. He’s not a big fan of the earplugs and the weird cap thing he needs to wear to prevent water getting in his ears.
Micah is fine; back to getting beat up by his younger brother (gotta teach that kid some passive self defense principles). Arm is still in a sling but given he can use that arm to try and push me over (ok, so he pushed me over. gotta give him some self esteem) I think he’s doing ok.
So once I deal with the unnatural balance between my boys, things should swing back into the realms of normality.