As I looked back on the few blogs I have written I realized that many were simply bitch sessions. I sat and thought for a moment before writing about my latest complaint. Perhaps I should first find some way to change my thoughts and improve my mood, there by not adding to the 'bitch list'. Then I decided, no body reads this anyway so screw it, here goes another one.
Chris and I have spent countless hours caring for our very ill son for five days now. It has been heart breaking watching him suffer through something I had no explanation for. The Saturday night it started Chris got out of bed at around midnight to drive to J's friends house and bring him home. He lovingly tucked him into bed reassuring him that we were just down the hall if he needed us. Chris has cleaned out the puke bowl so many times I have lost count. because he knows how sick it makes me to do so. On Monday when he went to work he called and sent texts several times just to check on Joseph and see how he was doing. On Tuesday when the doctor sent us to the hospital for and urgent CT scan Chris called his boss and asked for the rest of the day off so he could come home and be with his family. When they told us to take him back to the ER Chris didn't hesitate to grab his keys pack him carefully into the car and escort us quickly, but safely, into Salem. While we were in triage J fell asleep for a moment, I asked Chris to take advantage of the opportunity to run and grab us caffeine. J of course woke up while he was gone and asked 'where did Dad go?', he wouldn't go back to sleep until Dad was back. Chris held his hand while they tried multiple times to put in and IV and walked him to the bathroom carrying his IV bag when he couldn't get there on his own. While waiting for his second CT scan results I ducked out to eat dinner. J in his heavily medicated daze gaze up at Chris and said "I love you Dad". Chris relayed this to me with tears in his eyes as we were going to bed last night. That is a moment that will stick with him forever. He may not be his biological father but he will always be his Dad.
I called his biological father yesterday as I was driving him in for his urgent CT scan. I thought it would be a good idea to give him a heads up as to the fact that the possibility of surgery had been talked about. I know if I were in his shoes I would appreciate a warning before receiving a phone call that he had just had surgery. B was home from work that day and although he did vocalize concern for J he also spent several minutes of the brief conversation talking about how sick he was with his head cold. Never once did he actually ask to speak to J, he did ask to be updated though so I did. I called him after they found nothing on the first CT scan, I called him after I was told to take him to the ER, I called him after he had his second CT scan, again never once did he ask to speak to his son. When I called him during my 'dinner break' after the second CT I noticed a ton of noise in the background. Upon inquiring I learned he had managed to drag himself out of his sick bed to go play his weekly Tuesday boccie call game. Needless to say that conversation was exceptionally short so as not to interrupt too much of his play time. I didn't call him again after that. I realized that if he was actually concerned he would have taken the time to call or text to check on him like several other of our friends and family had been doing throughout the day. This morning I decided not to call him either. I have been awake for three hours now and have not heard a thing from him, nor do I anticipate a call anytime in the near future.
J is doing much better this morning. Although we still do not know exactly what was wrong with him I am glad to see him sitting up with a smile back on his face. Chris decided to take another day home just to be sure J was alright and we didn't have to rush him back in today. I am blessed that B gave me such amazing boys but I am even more blessed that Chris has chosen to be the loving dedicated father that they so desperately needed. It has been a beautiful progression from the time our family came together and Chris was 'merely a stepdad' to the time were they acknowledged, accepted and invited him to be their Dad.
