The Disappearance of Vestigial Organs

It was nerve-racking but fine. I didn't have to take any dangerous Category C drugs to calm me down, which is what I was worried about. And the patient is recovering nicely, as long as there's Tylenol in abundance. He's eating well and is drinking pretty much whatever he wants (for a change). So far, his favorites have been home-made lemonade, warm chocolate, and Sprite.

And Mama has been living on a steady diet of 'mater samwiches, milk with acacia powder mixed in, and iron pills. Finally today I have realized the beauty of 2nd trimester relief. Too bad I'm almost into the 3rd.

But back to the star ...

Besides the surgery news, I wanted to write about some other health issues of late. Good news!

I haven't written about what a sweet angel he has been since we finally were able to get him off of those awful inhaled steroids. I can't believe that I haven't written about this because I feel like it was a huge turning point in our lives: the discovery of chiropractic. If you find yourself telling me about some ailment you have in the near future, you can go ahead and bet that I'm gonna say, "Why don't you try chiropractic?" It has gotten my kid off of steroids, cured my chronic laryngitis, and caused my insurance company to continually send me worker's comp claim forms.

Side Story: After months, I have finally convinced Brian to go to the chiro as well ... he started last week and had an appointment just a couple hours before John and me, so we went in separate carss. Brian feels about chiropractors what I feel about dentists, so this was a big feat. And of course y'all all know that Brian is very low-key and doesn't like attention ... especially not attention from a chiropractor. But when I walked into the office, I noticed that on the bulletin board was a huge sign that said, "WELCOME BRIAN! And thanks Kim & John!" They do that for all new patients. Luckily, Brian never noticed the sign in his haze of worry about getting his neck cracked.

Again, back to the star ...

The 4.5 year old off-roid John-John is such a joy. I mean, we really LIKE him now. We have always loved him, but bless his heart, those meds made him a little difficult. But now he is this delightful little big boy with a huge curiosity and heart (and so much less anger), and it almost makes me wanna quit my job and stay home for his last year before kindergarten.

As we were getting in bed tonight, he said, "Oh no! I forgot to apologize to Dad about something I did earlier. May I please get up and go say 'sorry'?"

Note to self: Close your mouth; flies are getting in there.

YES! Go say that to dad, and while you're at it, grab an ice cream cone even though it's 9:30 p.m. and 1.5 hours past your bedtime and you've already had 3 ice creams today. Put some chocolate sauce on it too and wash it all down with Coke.

That's what you say when your kid says such lovely, caring things like that after months of wondering if those drugs had created behavior patterns which might never be reversed. Y'all: I would let my chiropractor deliver my baby if she'd agree to it. It has changed my life.

And now to a week in pictures:

Here he is playing with the skateboard ramp that Brian built with popsicle sticks, cardboard, and orange poster paper. Yeah. While he was working on that, I successfully made a dinner of boxed macaroni & cheese with 'mater samwiches. I hadn't yet discovered iron pills at that point in the week.

Conveniently, Nanny & Grampy sent a Skateboard Guy who is the perfect size for the ramp.

This one above shows him in a video game trance. Macy & G'Diddy sent a Fisher Price game that has been a lifesaver during our recovery period.

And finally, My Guys:

Lately everyone has been saying how much John looks like his dad. I'm secretly jealous of this, which is why we're having another baby. More on that later.

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