I arrived at the hospital around 4:00pm. When I got off the elevator and headed toward his room I could hear him screaming long before I opened the door. Diane looked so tired which is just as I expected. Cody was up all night going pee every hour. He seemed to be a different person. The doctors couldn't touch him, we couldn't talk to him and it seemed like he was in such pain. Oh how I wish I could make him feel better. I'm his father, I'm suppose to protect him. I feel so helpless. I just don't want him to hurt anymore. I want someone to tell me that they can guarantee that he will get better if he goes through this. They can't do that. What am I to do?
The doctor ordered Versed for him and it took about 20 minutes for it to start working. He was screaming, kicking me, throwing everything off his bed. He started pulling his IV lines and that is when I had to restrain him from hurting himself. I kept telling him that I loved him and I didn't want him to hurt. I asked him if there was something hurting him and if I could help. I finally heard him say that he had to pee. After I lowered the bed he slid down and pulled his underwear down. I held the jug for him and he peed almost as much as an adult would. After he finished he didn't cry anymore. He crawled into bed and was my Cody again. This reminds me very much of the way he use to act when he would come out of anesthesia. I asked him if he was hungry and he said he wanted the candy cane that his sister brought him yesterday. I told him he could have it if he wanted but we had cheese tacos if he wanted them. He said yes and ate 2 whole tacos in about 15 minutes. I haven't seen him eat like that in a week. I hope he keeps it down. I'm now worried he ate too much too quickly.
He is now sleeping and it wouldn't surprise me if he slept all night.
We love you Cody... God Bless You!!!