Ain't no one gonna believe this one

A gigantic bloated goofy tub of Cully has shocked us all once again.  Unable to move much at all in his hospital bed yet he decided that it was time to potty train himself.

  AND HE HAS DONE IT !

In four days he has not messed his diaper even once. And with his meds he has to pull this off multiple times a day too. Obviously with mum as the transport.. Cully just says the word and off they go.   This is unheard of by the entire staff at the hospital. Doctors are coming in to say they heard the news and get the story. Staff from all over the hospital continue to visit our amazing Cully.

Things are continuing to improve. Cully has lost a total of seven pounds since he was admitted to the hospital. He is beginning to reduce in his tummy and feet as well as other places which will make him more comfortable by the day.  He is on too many drugs but there are none without a good reason. Blood pressure meds were added today. He is fighting a intestinal infection or perhaps a bug of some sort this evening and is in a isolation room now. All in all though, doing well. And mum is holding up well too. And I miss her.

  Yesterday morning started out rough when Doug missed the bus and had to get a ride from me. Then once at work that phone call came in that said Sawyer got sick on the bus. At this point I was already an hour plus away so back home I went. Only to find that what ever made Sawyer sick had been left on the floor of the bus.. Well, and on his jeans and jacket... But Sawyer felt just fine so what better excuse to do laundry..

Being a mum is tough stuff. I have NEVER underestimated the importance of my wife but I am surely learning to appreciate all she does even more now.  I had to learn more of the task called laundry. ALL DAY. The boys and I took on this as a team. 100% of all the laundry, all 7 loads of it are done and put away. We then took on the house together and cleaned each room including walls, doors/handles, floors and drawers. The closets got cleaned and we emptied the fridge and cleaned her up real good. I can not imagine doing that with an autistic 2 year old on hand as well as the huge number of visiting therapists and appointments that Julie has with Cully and the boys.

So Cully.... the house is ready for you and so are we. I expect this may take a while but our fingers are crossed.