Back on Medication, Sort Of

Three weeks with no medicine ! But that ended today at his psychiatrist appointment. Javan’s motor tics have become so severe that the doctor is legitimately worried that he’ll develop painful muscle spasms from the constant harsh movement. It’s mainly large and quick neck movememts, but has effected arms and hands as well. He prescribed Guanfacine (brand name: Tenex), which can help in two ways: one, it can greatly reduce or eliminate tics, and two, it can help him sleep better and/or longer. Increased sleep can in and of itself reduce tics.

If you’re like me, your first thought when I mentioned tics was, “Great, now he’s got Tourette’s too.” But Javan’s psychiatrist told us that this does NOT look like Tourette Syndrome because the criteria to meet that diagnosis include having both motor and vocal tics. Javan does not have vocal tics. The following article talks about Tourette’s, but I want to be very clear that at this point that’s not what Javan is being diagnosed with.

In this article on treating Tourette Syndrome, the Mayo Clinic says that “guanfacine (Tenex) — typically prescribed for high blood pressure — might help control behavioral symptoms such as impulse control problems and rage attacks. Side effects may include sleepiness.” So I guess this medication has the potential to help us in those ways as well. And I don’t see any serious side effects listed.

So, if it’s not Tourette’s, what is it? The doctor was also certain that this was NOT rebound dyskinesia, meaning the tics are not caused by taking Javan off of too much medication too fast. He said Javan has probably had an underlying tic disorder for some time that  was being covered up by the medications he was taking. He’s not diagnosing him with complex tic disorder, because the tics have to be present for one year to warrant diagnosis.

He did tell us that lots of kids get tics at some point and they can outgrow them in adolescence. We’re hoping for the best.

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Progress Report

Guys, I really think things are going very well! I’m just trying to wrap my head around the fact that Javan has had zero psychiatric medications for nearly THREE WEEKS. And he’s getting better, not worse. Much of this has to do with him not going to school anymore. He’s been relieved of his primary source of anxiety.

His homebound teacher came out for the first time last week and he did really well with her. He liked her, used his manners, and completed all the work she brought for him with no problem. For the most part, he’s also doing school really well with me on the three days a week that the homebound teacher doesn’t come out. I still have all my homeschool curriculum right where I left it last year, so we just picked right back up where we left off with that. Here are a few pictures I took of some work he’s done with me:

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In the picture above, Javan drew a picture of something that made him feel happy, sad, scared, and surprised. Being with Rosco makes him happy. When Rosco whines, it makes him sad. When Mommy gets hurt, he feels scared (that’s a bandage on my arm). And he feels surprised when Rosco jumps on him without permission and barks. Javans character is saying, “Oh!” when he  gets surprised.

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This is a math page for which Javan created his own number line. I snapped that picture because for one he took the initiative to create his number line on his own, and for two only three out of ten numbers are written backwards.

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The unit we just completed from the homeschool curriculum was all about weather. Above is a picture of Javan’s favorite kind of weather: lightning. I found it very interesting that he chose that as his favorite weather because he’s actually quite fearful of storms, thunder, the power going out, and possible tornadoes. I also loved his creativity with the colors. I mean, if lightning looked like that to me, I’d love it too. But not only is his lightning creatively colorful, there is hidden meaning behind the aesthetics. Each differently colored lightning bolt has its own special power that corresponds with Pokemon powers…black is dark energy, green is grass energy, purple is poison, red is fire, blue is water, and pink is fairy. His mind is super fun.

We’re still dealing with some rages, but we’re talking one a day instead of constantly all day every day. And the rages end much more quickly and easily than they did before. Our homeschool group meets at a local park once a week and we have gone for years, but we hadn’t been for quite some time because Javan was in school. We don’t do school on park days, because socializing for Javan is more difficult than schoolwork, so I count socializing as his schoolwork for the day.

He fought going to the park this week. He got so angry over it that he bit me, but I wouldn’t back down, insisting that friends are important. He said, “I don’t have friends and I don’t want friends!” I told him that’s ok. I even told him that he didn’t have to talk to or acknowledge anyone there, but he had to go.

He did awesome at the park. We stayed for two and a half hours. I was able to stay in the “mom circle” while he rode his bike around and around the huge path circling the park. He probably rode at least a mile that day. And I counted ten positive interactions with others, three of which were with other children. That’s just what I counted , but I’m sure he had even more positive interactions when I wasn’t looking. And zero negative interactions. Zero.

I had told him before we got there that if anyone upset or confused him, he was to come talk to me about it before confronting them. And he did! He got upset once when we were there and came telling me that a bigger boy on a skateboard tried to run into him on purpose. I told him I really didn’t think it was on purpose and that if it happened again to come tell me, but otherwise not to worry about it. He accepted my advice and there were no problems!

Then we got home and things got pretty rough. He’d successfully navigated the social anxiety of park day, but often after doing something difficult like that he’ll come home to his “safe place” and lose it because he reached his limit and needs to let off steam where it’s safe to do so. He wanted to do something that I wouldn’t let him do immediately, which lead to him yelling, throwing things, and getting destructive. It also lead to me yelling and getting in his face. We were both at our limits. So, we went and picked Dad up from work and then I took an impromptu night out.

I’m having a difficult time adjusting to having Javan home 24/7, especially because he is only sleeping an average of 8 hours a night and not taking naps. That basically means that I get absolutely no time to myself. Because I have to sleep when he sleeps. So there’s no time left over for me to watch Netflix in the evenings, spend time with my husband, get time alone (which, being an introvert, is something I need to survive), make phone calls, shower, etc. And there’s an energy deficit that I’m not sure how to deal with. Transitions are hard, but I’ll get the hang of it.

The one issue that’s really causing me concern right now is that Javan has developed a tic over the past week. At first, I wasn’t sure I was really seeing it, but it’s increased enough over the past two days that now I’m sure. It’s a neck tic I guess, where he turns and tilts his head to the left in a certain pattern and sometimes scrunches the right side of his face.

I called his psychiatrist about it and he said this has one of two causes. One, he could have had an underlying tic disorder that’s been covered up over the years by the medications he’s been on. Or two, and I think more likely, it’s a rebound tic from coming off all the meds, and hopefully temporary. He said to give him Benadryl, which has been helping a ton, and if the tic isn’t gone by Monday he’ll stay late after office hours to see Javan. Is this doc awesome or what?

And now we prepare for a new and very busy week, which will include two visits from the homebound teacher, three homeschool days, one intake visit from the TBRI therapist along with the school behavioral therapist, two trips to Tyler, one homeschool field trip, and one blessed Friday when Dad only works half a day. Wish us luck!

We Have Hope

These days Javan is super hyper in every way. His brain is going 1,000 miles an hour and he never stops talking. He’s generally happy and laughing a ton, super high energy, and sleeping way less. It’s obvious that he’s manic, but less dangerously manic that I’d expect him to be while medication-free, especially in the fall.

On average he’s having no more than one aggressive rage a day. Those have been scary and unpleasant and hope-draining at times, but I do believe the CBD oil is helping. Now it’s just a matter of playing with the timing and dosages until we find what works best for him. Right now, we’re up to 50 mg a day; 20 mg in the morning, 20 mg in the afternoon, and 10 mg before bed. That’s an extremely low dose, but I want to start very slow and not give him more than he needs, mostly due to price since you can’t overdose on it.

Saturday afternoon, we saw what we think was the CBD working to stop a rage in its tracks, although we won’t be able to say that with certainty until we’ve observed him on the oil longer. Because he’s never taken meds in the afternoon and the routine isn’t habit yet, I forgot to give him his afternoon dose. About half an hour after I should have given it to him, he began raging because we wouldn’t let him leave the house in shoes that had obviously been peed in and needed to be washed.

As the episode began, I remembered the CBD oil and was able to get him to take it. The rage then escalated into a full blown hostile situation that had us wondering if he was going to need to be hospitalized again. He was getting violent. We were able to get him to go to his room where we asked him to try to calm down. He started yell-singing “I don’t know what I’ve been told!” military style and alternating between,”I don’t know what I’ve been told. Now I’m gonna kick this door/wall” *BANG!”, and “I don’t know what I’ve been told, now I’m gonna punch myself in the face!” *THWAP!

We went in and intervened because he’s already got enough holes in his walls and we didn’t want him getting hurt. He raged on in his growliest monster voice that he wanted us to get out, and he raised fists and even swung, but didn’t strike. He continued his military cadence and  wall-kicking, while berating us in between for not letting him wear the shoes. His rage was so severe that I began discreetly recording it on my phone as evidence to show the hospital staff if we needed to bring him in. Then it just…changed. So suddenly and severely that even with all the strange behaviors we’ve seen over the years, my husband and I were giving each other that look that silently says, “What the heck just happened?”

Javan was still talking in his monster voice, but he switched from yelling threats and insults to telling me conversationally about someone named Princess G that used to be his great friend until she left when he was six. Through gentle questions, I was able to infer that Princess G was actually a Pokemon character. I offered to watch “her episode” with him if he’d take off the shoes so they could be washed. He growled, “It’s a deal.” and immediately took off the shoes.

The rage was just…over. Just like that. it just sort of dissolved. During my research on CBD, I read several times that many people start feeling calming results about 10 minutes after they take it. That seems to be what we observed. Like I said, we won’t know for sure until we have had longer to observe him on the CBD over time and in different situations. It could have been a fluke. But the fact that both my husband and I were completely dumbfounded by what we’d just witnessed after as many rages as we’ve experienced tells me that something’s different. I hope we’ve found a solution.

He’s still got a ways to go, but this is the first time in a long time that I feel like we might be headed in the right direction. I’m curious to see what his psychiatrist thinks at his regular visit tomorrow. I’ll tell him the good and bad of course.

I’ll tell him that we aren’t sure Javan can sustain being off of medications, but see what his opinion is on us continuing to try.

I’ll tell him about the rages and the dangerous threats he’s made to himself and to us, like the day he threatened to stab me or himself in the eyeball with a pencil to avoid doing a reading page at school time. After calming down, he said he really would gave gone through with stabbing his own eye.

I’ll tell him about the weird things, like filling all of Mom and Dad’s shoes with water and washing his hair with mouthwash in between showers to keep it smelling fresh.

I’ll tell him that Javan is still struggling with separation anxiety, especially from Mom, and that he’s being hypervigilent about protecting his home and family from bad guys.

I’ll tell him that Javan is spending a lot of time in is imaginary world, interacting too much other his imaginary friends, to the detriment of his interacting appropriately with reality at times.

I’ll tell him hat hypersexuality has returned with the vengeance that only early puberty miced with mania can bring.

I’ll tell him Javan’s sleeping and eating much less than normal, yet has boundless energy.

But I’ll also tell him that homebound schooling is going well for us. That for the most part Javan has been compliant with schoolwork.

I’ll tell him that Javan has responded very well to having therapists and a new teacher enter our home. That he worked with them to he best of his abilities and treated them respectfully. He did so well with his new teacher today that she’s going to do 4 hours a week with him instead of 2.

I’ll tell him that we’re starting TBRI (Trust Based Relationship Intervention) therapy next week and that I think it’s going to help ease his anxieties.

I’ll tell him that I think the CBD can help Javan.

I’ll tell him that we have hope.

Homebound Schooling

Is the world spinning faster these days? Yeah, I’m gonna need it to slow down now. Just  for a little while? Pretty please?

Today was Javan’s first day back at school since the hospitalization. It…DID NOT…go well. Three adults came to pick him up today: Mrs. Driver, someone new that I don’t know, and Mr. Assisstant Principal. I had gotten Javan to go willingly outside to wait for the bus, but because of a miscommunication they were running late and Javan freaked out and went back inside before the bus arrived. I couldn’t get him back outside, but I got him to the door and Mr. Assistant Principal helped me get him out onto the porch. Then he helped me peel him off the porch rail. Twice. Then we each took an arm and walked Javan to the car. He cried and screamed/shrieked “CALL THE POLICE!” over and over the whole time. Then we hoisted him into he car and I shut the doors and hoped for the best. I can’t even help buckle him or anything. Talk about feeling useless.

Twenty minutes later, I got a call from Mrs. Teacher that he was being sent back home after throwing up all over himself, the car, and poor Mr. Assistant Principal. He never even made it out of the car to go to school. Javan says he didn’t mean to make himself throw up, and didn’t mean to throw up on anyone else either. I kind of believe him, seeing as how he was perfectly honest about knocking off Mr. Assistant Principal’s glasses and trying to break his nose with a punch to the face. Although he did forget to mention that he’d also scratched the poor guy’s arms to shreds, so who knows. Javan also told me afterwards that he was trying to get to the front of the car the whole way to school so that he could take control of he vehicle and make the car take him home.

So they brought him home, I got him out of his throw up clothes, and I made him lay down for 30 minutes and he lost TV for the day. Standard protocol for a bad day at school. I also then had him do several of the worksheets that his teacher had sent to the hospital that he didn’t get done there. He was supposed to lose trick or treating tonight too, but I really hate to make him miss his favorite holiday. So because he did his work well for me and he called Mr. Assistant Principal and apologized for his earlier behavior, I did let him go trick or treating, which went spectacularly by the way. Several people commented on his politeness. No one commented on the fact that he didn’t go in costume.

So, back to the school thing. I got a call from the special education coordinator asking about setting up an ARD meeting to switch Javan to homebound schooling. It just isn’t even safe to try to get him to school anymore. For him or for anyone. I knew this was coming. I’m surprised they held out this long, really. Everyone up there has given their all plus some and I’m so grateful for each and every one of them. But, as Mrs. Principal and I agreed over the phone this afternoon, we’re just not being productive with school. So we agreed that homebound is kind of the only thing to do right now, even though that means giving up any socialization that was happening at school. We have a tentative ARD meeting set up for Thursday (three days from now),  if they can make that work with everyone’s schedules.

Javan will not return to school again. Not for now. I’ll homeschool him until they get a homebound teacher to come out and begin lessons with him. It’s been a long time once I’ve done lesson planning, but here’s a preview of what I put together for tomorrow:

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That’s a lesson from our Kindergarten Moving Beyond the Page curriculum combined with math and reading worksheets from Javan’s teacher. I want him to realize right away that staying home does not equal no school work. That should be enough work to easily last 2 hours, which is how long a homebound teacher would come out. Two hours twice a week. The rest of the week would be me having him complete assignments that the teacher leaves for him. He’ll still be considered a public school student, so he’ll still qualify for occupational and speech therapies through the school. It will all just take place at home.

Speaking of home, mine’s an embarrassing mess. I need to get rid of clutter so I don’t scare away the teacher. Is there a kind of garage sale where you just let people come into your house and ask if they can buy random stuff? Can you do that? This sounds like a good plan to me.

Oh, right, we’re talking about school. We’re definitely going to get involved in the TBRI (trust based relationship intervention) therapy as a family. The goal is to increase trust and decrease anxiety. Hopefully one day, Javan will be comfortable enough leaving me that he can be successful at school. Or maybe we’ll try the homebound schooling and it’ll be a perfect fit and we’ll stick with that. We’ll just have to try to and see.

Other than school aversion and extreme hyperactivity, he’s really doing fairly well considering he’s on no medications. He’s having some trouble getting to sleep at night and complains of being scared of monsters. We pray with him and reassured him that Rosco would ever let a monster close to him; he’d bark or growl at any stranger. We may try the CBD oil this weekend, but we really wanted to see him at home off of any meds for a week before we do that.

What else? Oh, he knocked out another baby tooth that was barely loose, even though we told him the tooth fairy wouldn’t pay him for teeth that had been forced out too soon. It’s like as soon as he notices that a tooth wiggles the least little bit, it’s gotta come out. Oy.

Javan learned to play Battleship this weekend and when he saw that you could sink each other’s submarines, exclaimed, “But submarines really already sunk!” I love his brain sometimes.

He had us do group therapy last night before bed. He lead the therapy just like his hospital therapist had done. He started by asking us to write down three things that make us angry and then he asked us write down four things that we can do to control our anger in those situations. He was very professional about it all. Here was my sheet from therapy:

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Then he asked us a bonus question about naming ways that bones help our bodies. Here’s what he told me to write down:

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He remembers the term “blood cell production” from therapy. That therapist does her job well.

That’s all the rememberings my brain can do today. So, anyway, here’s to our new homeschool-public school hybrid education!

 

First Night Home

This will be short and sweet, and hopefully coherent. I’m utterly exhausted, and exquisitely happy, listening to my boy sing himself (hopefully) to sleep with My Little Pony songs while I sit up for a bit to make sure he can rest before I go to bed. I’m not quite sure the way he’s belting out those songs at top volume is conducive to sleep.

We picked him up around 5:00 this evening (four and a half hours ago) and he has quite literally talked the entire time since then. Here is our first family picture all back together again, taken in the parking lot of the hospital.

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All pictures are shared with is permission, as always .

Even before we walked out of the hospital doors, he presented us so lovingly with these bracelets he’d made just for us:

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He’s extremely happy and extremely hyper. He’s making grand plans to construct a real metal suit if armor for Halloween next year, and wants Daddy and PawPaw to help him weld the pieces. And he wants  to start tomorrow. Oh, and the whole thing has to be spray painted black. I would say he’s probably slightly manic, but as long as he’s happy and not hurting anyone, it’s all good.

I didn’t know if he’d be released today or Monday, so I bought a tub of pre-made cookie dough to toss in the oven whenever he got home so we could celebrate with treats. Here are our “Javan is home” slightly burnt party cookies:

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And here is a picture of a sweet boy-dog reunion, taken and shared per Javan’s request:

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Javan is looking forward to carving pumpkins tomorrow and visiting a Halloween event or two. And he’s really, really hoping to get to see Weebo and Pops, too. (Hint, hint, Weebo and Pops. I’m sure we’ll be stopping by.)

Thank you you every single one of you who’s prayed for Javan and our family, given us gas money for the long drives, met us for lunch or distracted us with goofy memes and bitmojis, encouraged us and refused to let us second guess ourselves , and loved us in a hundred different tiny ways. You are our village and we love you.

Hospital Stay #7, Days 8-9

Not much news from the hospital these last two days, which means he must be doing pretty good.

Javan called last night and sounded great. He said he dribbled the basketball in the gym, but he thinks he sucks at it and wants Daddy to teach him to dribble better. He’s super proud that he’s doing well without taking any medicine. I’m super proud of him too, but I intend to make sure he knows how proud he should be of taking medicines if he needs them, too. Those are both things to take pride in.

I just got the call from the hospital that he’s being released! We’re on our way to pick him up right now! I’m still just in awe that he’s been able to do five days medication free . I hope he can do so well out here in the real world with all the extra transitions, expectations, and sensory stimuli. And we have the CBD oil on hand if we need to try that.

I’m glad  he’s being  released on a Friday and can have he weekend to relax and reacclimate before going back to school. And I’m so happy that he won’t be spending Halloween in the hospital.

 

Hospital Day #7, Days 6-7

What a BUSY two days it’s been! I spent all morning yesterday calling every place Google could find that could possibly have CBD pills for Javan. I found CBD mouth sprays, nose inhale sticks, lotions, lozenges, and even macaroni and cheese (and brownies of course, lol). Aside from the edibles, there ain’t no way under the sun my kid’s gonna put up with any of those options, and I don’t think I could convince the hospital to give him CBD brownies.  After five hours on the phone (plus at least an hour on the phone the night before), I found a bottle in a tiny vitamin shop about 45 minutes from my house! You bet your bottom dollar I was there in a flash. It didn’t contain the level of CBD I was hoping to obtain, but it was better than paying a $70 overnight shipping fee so that I could get it to him at visitation tonight.

Then my husband and I met for lunch with the school’s behavior specialist and behavior therapist. They asked questions and listened to what our challenges have been and offered so many helpful suggestions that I really think may help with some of Javan’s school aversion. Not just stuff we could do at home, not even mostly that because I think they know we’re overwhelmed right now, but also lots of things they could try at school to help.

One idea they had that I really hope they can implement was getting a set of play money and paying him for things he does well: getting on the bus nicely, getting to school safely, walking to his classroom on his own, doing his work, being nice to peers, etc. Then he could buy “prizes” with his money. Not necessarily tangible items, but things like paying to have lunch with a favorite person from the school (get ready, Mrs. Principal) or paying to get to go outside and swing for five minutes. My kid is very money motivated (remember last week when he knocked out a not loose tooth for tooth fairy money?) and he’s very motivated by spending indivifual time with people he loves, so I think that idea could really help!

When Javan called us last night, he sounded so spectacularly good. He sounded happy and present. He didn’t beg for us to take him home or tell us stories about how he was being mistreated there. He told us all about his new “roommate slash best friend.” (That’s how he refers to him every time he talks about him.) So this roommate slash best friend apparently builds nanobots with his brother. One ofnanobots recently exploded and caught a shed on fire. In the explosion, the chip from the nanobot went into their sister’s brain through and the doctors had to pull it out through her ear. Then his roommate slash best friend built a whole army if nanobots. I wonder if he really does have a new roommate.

Then he told me they were currently watching “The Fresh Prince of Bel Air” on TV and that he really liked it and wanted to watch it with me when he comes home. But then he thought better of it because he said there was a scene that showed a girl’s boobies. I could hear the head nurse clearly stating in the background that there had been no booby showing.

He told us that he had gone to the gym that day, but that he’d had to sit out twice for things that he didn’t know were bad. Once was for sitting underneath the basketball goal and once was for trying to build a castle out of balls. He probably didn’t really have to sit out for that stuff, he’s just confused.

He also told us that therapy went good, but that he didn’t remember what he’d learned. And he said he didn’t get to see the doctor, which I don’t think is true, he probably just didn’t remember. And he said he took a shower with soap and went poop, yay!

This morning, I attended a parenting class hosted by my son’s school. The behavior therapist from lunch yesterday was there and she is just the sweetest, most empathetic and encouraging lady. And she really knows her stuff too. The class was put on by a lady with Presbyterian Children’s Ministries who taught us about TBRI (trust based relationship intervention) therapy. We watched this video giving us a brief overview of what TBRI can look like and why some kids need it. The video focuses mainly on adopted and foster kids, which doesn’t fit our situation, but the therapy still looked like it could a perfect fit for our kiddo and family. Especially since it’s being offered free to us right now! I was like, “Oh, I’m IN!” And the lady was like, “Wouldn’t you like to talk it over with your husband first?” And I really wanted to say, “No. Are you kidding me? FREE therapy that looks like it will really help!?” But I said, “Oh, yeah, good idea. I’ll show him the video and get back with you about it.” Uh, yeah, we’re in.

I called up at the nurse’s station around noon today just to see how he was doing and to ask the doctor to call me back about starting the CBD. The nurse said, in her opinion, that Javan’s doing even better right now than he did on his last visit and that he seems much calmer, if a little withdrawn. She said he participated well in group therapy, but he insisted on leaving therapy early which isn’t something he usually does.

Javan called us again tonight and again he sounded wonderful. Two days in a row. With no medication whatsoever. Well, except for an acid reflux medication, but that doesn’t really count right now. Ya’ll, this child has not been completely off of psychiatric medication for six years. Since he was four and a half. We’ve tried to take him off of everything two or three times over the years, but his mood and behaviors would not allow for it. I really, really hope that this lasts.

The hospital doctor also called us this evening and he had contacted the hospital director about putting Javan on CBD oil. Unfortunately, because it’s not FDA approved, the hospital director could not allow it to be administered while he’s under their care. Bist since Javan’s been doing so well, we’re really wondering if we need to introduce the CBD oil at all. If it seems like a good idea once he’s home, we have it on hand now.

Visitation tonight was a wonderful confirmation of how well he’s doing. He physically looked good: good color in his cheeks, bright eyed, no dark circles under his eyes, hasn’t been biting hinself,  looks clean, etc. He has been chewing up the insides of his lips, which probably points to some anxiety. He came in happy and remained joyful and talkative the whole time. Not overly talkative; just right talkative. He played three rounds of 40 card Pokemon. He lost to Dad, then he beat Dad, then beat me. He was focused on the game the whole time and even corrected us a few times when we made gaming mistakes. He trash talked in jest and laughed a ton and he was our sweet, energetic, fun-filed little boy.

He got extremely sad when we got our 5 minute warming that it was about time for us to leave. He burst into tears and was just so sad that we couldn’t stay or even tuck him in. One of his favorite nurses offered to tuck him in, but Javan said it just wouldn’t be the same. I still thought it was a very sweet gesture for him to offer to tuck our sweet boy in. Javan let us sing him a good night song: the theme song from the Winnie the Pooh movie. He didn’t do as well tonight when it was actually time for us to leave. He refused to go back to his unit and was having to be physically blocked from chasing after us as we left.

And guess who was blocking him? A former NFL player! We have known the Head Nurse, Mr. Curtis, for over a year now and never had any idea that he’s played cornerback for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, San Francisco 49ers, New York Giants, and the Washington Redskins. Talk about someone who’s qualified to physically block my ten year old!

Here is a link to Mr. Curtis’s Wikipedia page if you’d like to look more into his NFL career. He gave me permission to share his name and information, which I’m including because it’s super freaking cool.

And with that, I bid you all good night!

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