I can hear my mom saying this phrase to my seven year old self, knees skinned from falling off my bike. Big Bird band-aids and mommy’s kisses make it “all better.”
In Finn’s case, however, it took a couple neurosurgeons and a day of recovery in the hospital to remedy his boo-boos. Apparently Finn’s shunt was malfunctioning for about a month (we’re guessing), but finally broke/malfunctioned on Saturday.
He had an episode (hanging his head back at a 90 degree angle and screaming if we’d move it, eyes couldn’t focus, and going limp) that morning that he never really recovered from. Once we got to the ER Finn’s shunt turned bright red. I guess the CT he had the week before showed no malfunction because it hadn’t completely broken yet. I’m so thankful we listened to our gut and went back to the ER.
Finn is a million times better! We haven’t seen this Finn in over a month. He’s content, happy, energetic and observant. I can’t imagine how fussy I’d be if my head felt like it was going to explode under pressure most hours of the day. Poor little man!
Finn will have a follow up with our neurosurgeon in a couple weeks. We plan to head to San Antonio for Thanksgiving as long as he continues to feel well. Thank you for all your prayers, messages, texts, food, and cupcakes. 🙂 God is so good.