Well, I'll fill you all in on what happened yesterday. It really wasn't that...full, but it was pretty huge. Yesterday was my grandpa's birthday, so I woke up and was getting in the shower when he comes pounding on my door. I figure 'what? Can't it wait? We won't be late for the barbecue!'. ooooh no. I was SO wrong. My nine year old Cousin Jacob went into the hospital because of his appendix. The poor thing has never been sosick that he's had to have surgery.
At first he was still bouncy and happy, like nothing was wrong. But as soon as the doctor confirmed our fears of Appendicitis, he
clammed up and got so scared he couldn't cry. It was the most painful thing, to watch him have a panic attack. It runs in my family, I'm so sad he inherited it. He is normally this happy, hyper boy that can't be stopped. But then he just stops dead and is terrified. I wanted to hold him so bad.
But once that passed, it wasn't so terrible. He began to relax, he knew it was unavoidable. When the nurses took his underwear he simply says "Well, you gotta do what you gotta do!" and complies. It was the funniest thing. The nurses were raving about him all night.
He was scared, though, it was obvious. I was so scared for him when he went in to surgery. But it all went great. It took an hour, and he came out with his arms behind his head lounging like he was a king.
I really can't wait for him to be better.
What a birthday gift for Grandpa, right?