Ahhh, my mommy’s arms

According to the Golden Girls today was a difficult day for Cutler.  No vomiting, but a lot of fussing, a bit of a runny nose, and a low grade fever.  He was very fussy when I woke him from his slumber, but 8 ounces later he was as happy as could be, no more fever, and not a drop of liquid from his nose.  I chose to believe it was my arrival that cured all.  We played, sang, and watched football waiting for Melanie to arrive after having some good quality alone time with Mason.  He did get fussy from time to time, but it might be due to growing pains as he is eating massive quantities right now.  Just two hours before the 8 ounces, the Golden Girls had given him 7 ounces and when I left he was starting another full 8 ounces.  His mouth does seem to be hurting him.  We would like to think it is teething, but we have been warned that he will get sores in his mouth that would keep him from eating.  Based on the amount he is still eating, we are choosing the teething theory for now.

The doctor did come by today when both Melanie and I were away and talked to the ladies a bit about it being time to go ahead and start the testing of Mason for the bone marrow match.  While we are anxious to see if he is indeed a match, we are a bit concerned about putting Mason through this as his last dose of shots did not go too well.  We know that Mason would do anything for his brother, but I am very anxious to put him through the entire process.  The idea of his reaction to us holding him down for them to draw blood concerns me, but the thought of him feeling like he let his brother down in the case that he isn’t a match is a whole other story.  I am constantly working in my mind the best way to explain to him and so far I am drawing a blank, but I have faith that it will come to us in time.  Fortunately we have time to get this done and so we have the time to figure it out.