Lucas called 911 when Ian went into a convulsion on the kitchen floor. Ian was taken to the hospital, and then taken to UTMC for observation for a week. The day after he cam home, my grandmother passed away. The funeral was that Friday. Since then life has been about finding some sense of normalcy with Ian being home more, Audrey finishing up track and band, and Lucas with baseball.
At work, I was covering for a nurse on maternity leave on top of my normal schedule. I have been working seven days a week since March, and then picked up anything I could when Ian came home to supplement our income. Things are starting to settle back to normal, and while my brain and body are happy to have more time to relax, my wallet has moth holes.
Ian is doing better. He's had a headache since it all happened. Two days ago, he said he had no headache at all, and the double vision he's had is dissipating. He had a CT on Friday, and we're hoping for a good word to go back to work soon.
Audrey was running track, she got varsity, band has finished and restarted, with my as BPO president. It took me a month just to sit down to do an agenda for my first meeting. I'm hoping to geta ll that going a bit smoother.
Lucas, baseball has been going better than I had expected. Lucas has been the first batter in the lineup in every game he's played in. He plays catcher and a lot of outfield. He has a tendency to sit in the outfield as if the whole game is boring him. He plays, but you can tell now, his heart isn't really there.
We've taken him to Toledo to go skating twice. I talked to the parents of a friend of his that told Lucas he had been skating for five years and convinced them to let us take him with us. The kid never admitted he couldn't skate until we got him on the ice. He now loves it.
Today, Lucas started his first goalie camp. I was terrified. He is staying with my ex-father-in-law. He will be gone until Friday. I have never been away from my son for so long. I know that if this is the path he really wants to take, and he continues on this path, this is only the beginning of him going away.
I worried that his equipment wasn't enough, that he was fit enough, that the other kids wound make fun of him, that he would get hurt, everything that parents worry about their kids. I texted that I hoped he was having fun and got a "i am i won a championship and got a braclet i also am going to dryland training"
I have never been more proud of my child. Six months dressing as a goaltender, and he beats out all the kids in his age bracket(7-12), with little training with an actual coach. On day one. I'm hoping he comes away with a lot of new skills and knowledge. He's happy. He's away from me. I'm probably more of a mess than he is. I didn't realize how hard this would be.
