For the second time in his short life, I've scheduled surgery over Zeke's birthday. Last time it didn't faze him at all and the hospital made him feel really special on his birthday. They're living up to expectations this time too. In the middle of the night while Zeke was sleeping, his nurse made little signs and posted them up in his room.
Last surgery, Zeke hardly knew what month it was, let alone what day. This time, when they woke him up at 3am this morning for meds and to be turned, he said, "Today is Sunday. It's my birthday! Hey, where's all my presents and my cake?"
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So my first text to Steve this morning was to tell him to stop at Target and pick up something for Zeke!
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