This summer I had the joy of finding out my gall bladder was going kaput. It constantly felt like I had a rock or balloon in my side, accompanied by the occasional horrible pains. I finally got myself to see the Dr. Then to the surgeon and finally had it removed at the beginning of the month. To be honest, after the first couple days it really wasn't that bad. I had originally planned to recoup at home..alone. But in a moment of panic I asked my Mom to come and help me convalesce. I'm really glad I did. It was nice to have someone help with Ben and also to deliver me food and beverages so I could lay like a lump in bed for the first day or so.
What was worse though was I broke out in hives from my neck to my chest. They also moved onto my arms and a few on my back. So I'm currently on every antihistamine under the sun, got a steroid injection and slather myself in steroid cream. I'm hoping to someday stop itching and stinging. The current theory to why this happened was that surgery is a trauma, and my body went into attack mode. Because of my big family history of autoimmune disorders, she ran a ton of blood work as well and we're waiting for results. (Not too worried about this). This is what I looked like for two days :
Ben's been doing great. We're still working on adjusting the meds we started at the beginning of last month. They don't really seem to be doing too much, but it's really too soon to tell. We tried upping the amount once and it just knocked him out. The child that never sat still went to sleep for 2 hrs about an hour after taking them. Not good. Trial and error. I have noticed he hasn't been obsessively hitting me as much.
We hit the potty training pretty hard in the last few weeks. Ben is so good about going when you put him on there. However, he will still never tell you when he has to go. One thing at a time, right?
We also finally made the decision to put him in the Special Needs class at church. I'm so thankful we go to a church that can provide that for us. We were so hesitant because we wanted to keep him in the regular class as much as we could. But honestly, it wasn't fair to Ben, the teachers or the other kids. So now he's in a room where people do more than just follow him around, try to get him to sit for periods of time that he just can't, and we don't get called out of the service every week. The people really love him in there. He has fun and no one freaks out when he takes off his shoes for the millionth time, or eats part of the lesson.
Halloween is coming up and Ben is fit to be tied. Every day he talks about trick-or-treating. This is the first year that I can tell he's really truly stoked about a holiday. He loves his costume and he put it on for my parents so they could see it before they went back to AZ. I dare say that he's the cutest pirate ever!
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