I think it is safe to say that Devin and I have had more trials in the last year than the rest of our marriage combined. The last five weeks have been no exception. Daxton has tested my patience on a daily (sometimes an hourly) basis. He gets frustrated that he can't move how he wants, or he is itchy, or he is tired and can't sleep well. It has been hard as a mommy to watch him suffer, and it has been hard as a person to deal with him as he suffers. However, I can see so many wonderful blessings through it all. I am just amazed by how loved we are by friends, family, ward members, and a loving Father in Heaven. Isn't it wonderful how trials can sometimes turn out to be blessings in disguise?
Five weeks has crawled by, but when I think I only have one more week of this I feel like we have done pretty well hanging on to our sanity. One week. Just one more week! Happiness.
The first week Daxton woke up about every hour during the night crying because of pain, and some nights he didn't sleep at all. It was awful. He didn't sleep, which meant mommy didn't sleep. I really struggle without sleep, and no sleep mixed with hours of screaming was not fun. Once we got to the three week mark he started sleeping through the night again.
Daxton loves when Devin gets home. That is a time of day when I can plan on smiles and giggles. He just melts into Devin. I am so grateful to have a husband that is a good daddy.
So far Dax has had quite a few visitors, and has received lots of goodies and toys. What a lucky little boy he is. He seems to brighten up when someone stops by the see him.
Daxton's cast stinks. Bad. It stinks bad. Poor little guy. I have pulled out some of the stuffing from the inside of the cast because it got so gross. I change his moleskin on a daily basis, and we change his diapers frequently, but he still smells bad. One more week. I think I can. I have given him some baths with a warm wash rag, but he usually screams at me and asks for Grandma Sylvia to do it. For some reason he likes it when she does it. Oh well, at least he is getting a bath somehow.
This little fella is getting around the house quite well now. He pulls himself around and scoots with his legs to get where he wants to be. He tries to pull himself up on the furniture and does flips. I cannot wait to hear the little patter of his feet running down the hall again.
The other evening I was making dinner and he was wanting milk. He eventually got sick of waiting for me, so he crawled in from the living room through the kitchen, got the fridge door open, and tried to climb up to get some milk. I couldn't help but smile and just watch him try his best to be independent.
I am so grateful to only have one week left of this. I sincerely hope this never happens to any of my children ever again. It has been something I will never forget.
