Yesterday mommy and nana took me to the ER....we were there a long time....8 hours! URGH!!!
Mommy took me there because I kept throwing up...EVERYTHING! OOOOOPPS!
They took some pictures of my stud-ly body- They must think I am a hottie! Then some nurses came to start an IV...then more nurses came and tried....then more....then even more.....7 sticks later still no IV...my veins were shy last night. All in all a long night and pretty boring. I have a slow section of bowel ...sounds like the traffic report huh? :-) ...I guess it sorta is my "traffic report". I have some pneumonia still because I dont breathe really deep.....Maybe I should sing now.... "how deep is your lungs, how deep is your lungs"...Go Bee Gees (Poppa would be so proud!). I have a SSSLLLLOOOOWWW metabolism.....Kinda like the snake on the jungle book. Okay, so what else could be going wrong.... They put this medicine in my mouth to help me stop vomitting...it dissolves in your mouth like magic. Then I got some pedialyte-unflavored....not exactly "yummy" but at that point about anything would have tasted good.
I need to find a good pediatrican in Utah County. Someone who knows special cases- like ME! And can help mommy figure this all out...I am certain we will find a special one who will love me and help me with all this.
Now, I have to say something about mommy.....she is really tired. Mommy works so hard to help me and sometimes my needs are great but mommy is a real trooper.....and she hangs in there really well but I am worried about her. She is wearing herself out. I love you mommy, I will never be able to tell you how much I love you and thank you enough for all you do for me- you are my guardian angel and someday I will be yours. I love you so much!
And to my big bro Teaggie...thanks for always remembering me in your prayers...I hear them and they make me grin. Just one thing though....you need to stop singing "happy to you" in sacrament meeting during the songs.....at the top of your lungs. Its cute but..........Oh well, just do it...the Lord knows your are singing to Him and you love Him. I love you bro!
Popa, you are my protector and I love you. Dont worry, you will still always be my protector...........even if you can not stop the nurses from having to stick me again and again. Thanks for always holding me and explaining everything to me. I heart you!
Muah and muah more......Bosty
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