9-9-11 (Friday)

I had made a deal with Isaac, that if he would try not to get upset at my leaving last night I would try to get there early. Mom reported that it was difficult, but they were able to redirect him well, and after I left the nurse played slow motion fighting with him.

Woke up better with the reduced medicine. French toast dips for breakfast, and our wonderful friend Christine popped in to see how we were doing. Got dressed and headed to the Aikman zone while dad loaded the truck.

The transport, as in all things medical, was late. We got to play monster trucks on the Wii, and mom got a video of us shooting pool.

Transport arrived and we rode in our chariot to the Our Children's house at Baylor. Dad took the scenic route with the truck.

He waved to a motorcyclist following them while on the way in the transport. They put him in a temporary room, while they assembled a safety bed for him to go in his actual room.

We saw the rehab doctors, and they were very nice. They asked some questions we had already answered, but they listened to us describe the reactions and interactions (or lack of proper) for OT.

They did their testing, then left. He covered his head for some isolation. He is already worked up, but we have more to go today.

The nurse came in for her initial interview, then speech, then OT. Finally got lunch at 1:30. I think he was ready to give it up then.

Dad went for lunch and found the In-n-Out burger. He brought back a burger and a chocolate shake as a surprise. We liked our shake, and ate half of the burger, although we already ate half of the hospital burger they brought him.

Child life came and invited us to come down and paint, but we were told our permanent room would be ready in ten minutes. We decided to wait.