I went with my mother this past weekend to visit my grandparents (particularly my grandpa) in San Antonio. John is named after him and my father. John is my grandpa’s middle name and David is my father’s first name. So I was really wanting my grandpa to really get to meet John. The main reason I wanted John and him to meet was because my grandpa has pancreatic cancer.
My grandpa has stopped taking chemo because he wishes to do so. He is extremely weak as well. I always remember seeing this kinda chunkier man when I would go visit them. Also pulling on his key-chain (he had a retractable key-chain that was attached to his belt), his Snap-On Tool truck, kolaches, his brisket and cabbage soup,…so many memories that I will always cherish. I love him and it was really hard seeing him the way he was this weekend. It was like he was himself but not at the same time.
While we were there he got to hold, talk and kind of play with John. I don’t think John will ever really remember those moments but they have been seared into my brain. It was hard to see him having those interactions with John, being that sweet loving grandpa that I remember. I even had a little meltdown inside watching him just hold John’s hand in his.
John loved being held, talking, & playing with his great-grandpa. John was full of smiles.
ECI came by Monday to asset John for his physical therapy. We already knew he had the muscle tone of a 2 month old and they confirmed it. The therapist wants to come 4x a month (1x a week basically).
Our goals are:
Within 3 mons to withstand tummy time at least 5 mins and rolling. Within 6 mons to have him move at least 5ft across the floor. Could be done anyway (rolling, scooting, crawling,…) as long as he moves the distance.
I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength. Phil 4:13