Wren also enjoyed his new BOB stroller. We bought it on sale today. I have been wanting a new stroller for a long while but finally said that if we got through surgery Okay we would have one. The old one conveniently collapsed the week before we went to Stanford which was an omen. Here Wren is 'watching ducks' with the binoculars.
This picture is a flashback to the first day after Wren was released from hospital. Yes, it was a bit ridiculous to be on the beach but it was more restful than running about the house and it was California, sunny, warm and just before we returned to the Northern Darks. I am glad we went. It is another good memory. Wren loved the sand beach and collecting stones.
People have been very kind to us, continuing to provide meals and little gifts for the kids. When we returned from California, Josh's colleagues at work had sent a box of gifts for Frost and Wren and another arrived shortly afterwards. The following pictures show Wren opening the last gift which turned out to be a creature we call "cuddle bunny". Wren loves cuddle bunny but sometimes bad things happen to cuddle bunny and he has to run and hide. Here, Wren snuggles him and tells him its all better.
Totally Disgusting Post-script
Of course, I can't write a whole blog post in this up-beat way. Rather than gloom I am going to finish with Gross and Disgusting. This evening, I had persuaded Wren to bath with me but he had pee'ed in the bath. I was wondering whether it was Okay for his incision to be in the pee-water (I am used to wallowing in children's pee) and thought we should get out. As I moved to get Wren out I looked at the water and poop billowed up.
It was not a small poop - it was a mix of floaters and poop-water. I shrieked and popped Wren out the bath. Our bath drains very slowly due to cruddy old plumbing and I couldn't wait to get clean so I stood in the poopy-bath and turned on the shower and washed myself down with the strawberry kids shampoo as hard as I could. Wren was scared of the shower and tried to escape but all I could think was that I had bathed his incision and chest-tube wound in poop. It was not on the discharge instructions and so he could not be released.
I held him in the shower and washed him with hotel soap.
He cried.
Afterwards, I made a solution of Dettol (an antiseptic and disinfectant used in homes and hospitals in England, South Africa and Australia) and sponged his stomach and neck.
I also filled the bath with the solution and I think I will shower for a few days.
Frost did this to me once when he was an infant. Now how many of you have bathed in poop TWICE in your lives?
