Today was NOT a walk in the park, but the fifteen minutes we spent at the park were probably the highlight of the day.
Max refused (spit out) his medicine all day and was clearly in a lot pain. The poor kid could not even swallow his saliva and hardly ate or drank anything. He rivaled Kira's teething drool, but had her beat in the tears department. At bedtime he finally succumbed to taking the meds and by the time his stories were over he felt much better and was starving! Down he went for some pasta and hopefully he will sleep through the night, or at least past 1:00am.
Out of Max's five (5!!!) surgeries, this is far and away the worst, and when it is bad for Max it is bad for everyone.
Playing amd drooling (and not crying!) at the playground
