I suppose it's no worse than being mute, but Quinn has had to learn again that crying is merely a privilege. And as it is for him, so is a good night of peace. The X rays from last night showed a little bit of stomach bile got into his left lung, which doesn't necessarily equate to infection or pneumonia, but the risk is there. His tight swollen belly kept him awake and temperamental throughout the night. So did the multiple visits from the IV teams. Last night was another one to forget for the little man.
"My arms hurt."
"My legs hurt."
"And I've been getting Tylenol through suppository! Where's the justice!? Tell me there's more to the world pop."
Well son, life has it's up and down days. But there's definitely more to the world. Right Mom?