Last night was really rough for Fay. She could not get comfortable on the bed, and was in considerable pain. At one point in the middle of the night she was hurting so bad and was not able to get out a strong enough voice to wake me, so she did the next best thing and called me on my cell phone. (We are separated by about 9 feet!)
Today was better. We worked out a schedule of medications so that the level of the meds in her blood would always be the same. By the end of the day we could see a difference in her level of comfort.
Life just wouldn’t be the same without little Chase and his sweet sincerity. Tonight when he said his prayer, it went something like this:
Chase: "Dear Heavenly Father, Thank you for today and playing with Mommy and Daddy and Mean Grandma........."
You just cant’ help but love him. I used to think that Chase just thinks outside of the box, which I love! But I have to amend the statement a bit, Chase is not even in the box!!!