Himself

My toddler is acting like himself again. He really turned a corner yesterday. Perked up about 11 a.m., right about the time we got the good news that his final lab result for C-diff was back and it was negative. Good timing, because that meant that he could finally leave his room for the first time in more than two days. We walked around the hospital.

He's been playing with dump trucks, reading books, interacting with "Dooah" (Dora the Explorer) videos, and laughing at toots. That's the little boy I know. I didn't realize how much I've missed him.

He's still on clear liquids. We're taking it slow. His bowel sounds seem to be coming back, but sometimes the nurses can't hear anything because he screams when they come in. But I put my ear to his belly and heard a gurgle. Gives me hope. They're not letting us out of here until he's eating a regular diet and having real bowel movements.

We're keeping his appetite in check with sips of juice and berry-flavored Trident. He asks for a new piece of "gam" about every 10 minutes. And since walking is good for getting those bowels going, I make him go throw the old one away, give him a new one, and then send him back to the trash with the wrapper. It's a good game.