Once Tom arrived home from school yesterday, he and I went into the normal “getting home from school” routine in which Tom is lifted out of his wheelchair, meds given, tube fed, diaper is change, etc. While I’m in the process of changing his diaper, he decides to have a BM. Then my exhausted lethargic son; decides he wants to help me clean himself up. You can’t imagine maneuvers I had to do just trying to keep his hands out of there and get his diaper changed. Where did he find the energy? We both got a major workout that afternoon.
During the evening my husband, son and I were all talking about our busy day and how this time of the evening was our favorite time. The words were no sooner out of our mouths when we realized that Tom had another BM. Tom usually has a BM and then just keeps making a fuss or a ruckus until his diaper is changed, but no, not this time. He kept quiet and tried to clean himself up by himself! He had manage to get his hands into his diaper and had sh!t everywhere, on his clothes, the bed, and himself. What a mess!!! Our favorite time of the evening turned into one of us giving Tom a bath, one of us doing laundry, and the other washing up Tom’s bed and adding new sheets.
Hooray! It’s a new day. I’ll quit complaining.
