In the Trenches

Here we are in the middle of recovery. Things are going as well as can be expected.  Liam has hit that phase of feeling better but not quite all better so he defaults to grumpy. That's ok, if my mouth were torn up like his, I would grump too.
So far the hardest part is keeping him fed. A soft/pureed diet means that there can be no "on the fly" meals, I must be prepared. So between the need for preparation and his complete lack of desire for anything that he is allowed to eat, it can be tricky when he gets a rumbly in his tumbly.
The second hardest part is the need for the arm restraints during sleep. He hates them. He is a dynamic sleeper, like his sister, so his restricted ability to thrash leaves him bitter and whiney. I can hear him all night, trying to move then whimpering in frustration, I feel so bad for him. I can't take the chance that he won't mess with his mouth though, what if it itched and in his sleep he reached in and..... nope. Can't trust him, it's not worth it.
That's about where we are.
In other news Ev is home after our longest separation ever. I missed her dearly and I am so relieved to ahve her home but man, did I forget how much she talks!