Yesterday was just one of those days. Being a quadriplegic with all of the other surgeries piled on top from the car accident, there are just some days when you don’t feel well. There’s not really anything you can do, it’s just part of living with a body that’s been battered and broken.
In many ways it’s kind of an odd feeling. I’m not sick, I just feel off. There’s pain, but it isn’t specific to any area—it’s just low grade, and everywhere. There’s nothing that can be done, I just do what I can to get through the day. There isn’t any pill you can take it is just part of the package deal.
On top of all this everything just seemed to be going wrong, which made me really unproductive and only added to the frustration.
Kolette was gone for most of the morning, and had some projects to work on, so Coleman was at Nikki’s for the day (Nikki is the best babysitter in the world. She lives just next-door, cares for Cole like he was her own, and is really flexible).
Ko got home from her boot camp and some errands at about 1:00pm. She came in the door and I asked her if she thought Cole was up from his nap. She said she had just talked to Nikki on her way home and he was. I queried further asking if Kolette knew if he had eaten yet. She said he was just about to—and that was when I told her I needed a “Cole Fix”.
It’s common terminology around our house for those times when you need to feel a little part of his gigantic spirit.
Kolette went to Nikki’s and came back with my boy. As soon as his eyes met mine he had a big smile for me and his arms and legs started moving up, down and all around in excitement. It was as if he knew why he’s come home.
I fed him his lunch, held him awhile and we sang some songs (although he needs to work on his singing abilities a little, usually he just leaves me hanging and I end up doing it all solo).
On his way back to Nikki’s, I felt better. This having kids thing is amazing. I’m supposedly supposed to be the one providing all the care—and in the end it really seems as though he’s taking as much care of me as I am of him.
I love my beautiful boy.