Not much to report on from yesterday. Marty's anger and frustration has subsided. It has turned into motivation. He wants desperately to be able to talk.
Tuesday night, Marty didn't sleep well. He napped yesterday morning to help get caught up from his sleepless night. I later asked him why he didn't sleep. He shrugged his shoulders. I asked if he was still mad about something. He shook has hand as though to say "kind of, but not really" I asked what he was thinking about. I said, "MRI". I asked if he was worried about his MRI. He said, "NO GO". I told him he had to go. The doctor really wants to get a better look at his brain for two reasons. 1. figure out what happened to aid in recovery. 2. figure out what happened to prevent in the future. Marty is NOT happy about it. I felt a little like negotiating with a 5 year old. It would be easy to just say, okay, no MRI. However you know that you need to do the test.
While I was working yesterday, I heard Marty listen to many, many renditions of "More Than Words" by Extreme. If you don't know that song, here you go.
I finally asked Marty why he was listening to that song so many time. He said, "know words". He remembered a song that he knows the words to. He didn't sing it, or say a single word from it. However he remembered his speech therapist telling him to find the songs that he knows and sing them. Should be interesting to see what the shower will bring today :)
I continue to be amazed at the outpouring of love our family is receiving. Yesterday morning Katie Gulbransen dropped off these darling little gift boxes. One for each member of the family. Inside each one were treats, inspirational sayings and her favorite scriptures. So thoughtful. The girls were thrilled when they got home from school.
Most everything that Marty does is done with a child like innocence. He doesn't remember all the things the world tells you can't be done. He doesn't know if he can or can not do certain things. He asks permission before doing almost anything, showering, eating, taking meds, checking the mail. Things he would do instinctively before, he needs permission to do now. I love seeing the world through his eyes. Seeing rain for the first time this morning was almost magical for him. I don't know how long it will take for him to lose this innocence, but for now, I am enjoying it. It helps me not take things for granted. It helps me notice things more, sights, smells, tastes.
I am thankful that Heavenly Father has given me the opportunity to slow down, smell the roses, enjoy the rain, and hear the birds sing. Life if beautiful.
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