It's been a full two weeks since we checked into "Club Sutter." In some ways it feels like time has stood still. We've been so focused on the immediate needs here that we're finding ourselves asking each other, "Is this Tuesday or Wednesday?"
Isaiah has long lost count of the days. But he's excitedly tracking his stay by a little game we set up to try to get him to swallow his meds the first time: for every pill he swallows he gets a superman logo on the white board in his room. As of this morning, he's up to 27. We started by trying to gag down pills hidden in ice cream, oatmeal, yogurt...it was brutal. Somehow swallowing the pills with water alone became his chosen challenge. And this morning he told me, "Dad, I got that one down with just spit!"
Now if we can just convince him to take a bath (you know, you have to choose your battles...)
Thank you for praying for our son. We're so grateful.