A Day in the Life of a Bear

Today was a big long day for the Mama Bear and the Little Bear. Yesterday, the Bear lost his first tooth, and awoke to find two dollars in quarters and three rolls of Smarties under his pillow.

He had to get up at 4:30 this morning in order to go to the hospital for an operation. He had a muscle biopsy taken that will hopefully reveal the source of his troubles.

He called me at work to tell me that he was big for the shot and didn't cry. They took him into surgery at around 8:30am. They made an incision about an inch long, and took two samples of muscle tissue from deep inside.

It will take a few weeks to get the results, but we will keep you all posted. After the operation, I got another call. This time from a very sad little Bear. Through his tears he told me that his leg hurts. DramaMama told me that they had just given him a shot for the pain. Within a few minutes, the Bear was dangling his legs off the side of his bed playing his GameBoy.

Daddy was a little stressed in the morning, even though I kept getting reassuring impressions that everything would be fine. There was an Elton John song stuck in my head with very troubling lyrics for the situation: "You're a butterfly, and butterflies have wings to fly. Fly away, fly away, bye bye." Daddy got choked up looking at the Bear's picture and said, "Please don't fly away."

I hurried home and found the Bear encamped on the couch. He got up to show me his leg. I was expecting his leg to be heavily bandaged, but they had used surgical glue to stick it all together.

The Bear has been surprisingly active, and this hasn't slowed him down much. Daddy plays elevator to get him up and down the stairs.

We appreciate those of you who offered your prayers and support in the Bear's behalf. He is a special little guy and means the world to us.