The wait goes on. Last night in the middle of the night Bo was up with excruciating stomach pain. I felt so sorry for him, curled up on the bed, then bent over the side, moaning but unable to explain what was happening. I did the only thing I knew to do: gave him 4 Tylenols, then helped him to get somewhat comfortable on the bed and waited until I heard him breathing smoothly. My heart broke for him as I watched him sleep. Will he pass a 3 millimeter stone? I suppose the jury is out, and we’ll find out more on Tuesday at his urologist appointment. At the hospital the general consensus was that “it’s not a very big stone so it should pass.” Easy for them to say.
Bo has lost so much weight. He ate little all last week in the hospital, and now that he’s home, the most he’s getting is 2 small meals, and he’s not even eating ice cream this week. As he lay on his side on the bed, I looked at his hip and thigh and felt so sad; he’s terribly thin.
But through this, while Jon cares for Bo, the children and I had another Nancy’Camp activity yesterday afternoon: FLOWER ARRANGING. At first, Justin said he wasn’t going to do it, but then he changed his mind and did a great job.
I picked up a couple of large bouquets of mixed flowers at the local produce store in the morning, then the kids went around our yard cutting a variety of greens and collected all sorts of containers around the house, vases, bottles, dishes, tea pots, whatever they wanted to try.
We worked in the kitchen, the sink filled with the flowers and greens. I got out all of the flower arranging materials I had — oasis, tape, clippers, scissors, etc., and they began by learning how to clean the stems of the flowers. We had an active hour as the little florists went to work, and the outcome — when they finally ran out of flowers — was 10 very lovely arrangements now sitting throughout the house.