Monkey had his 7th Enbrel injection yesterday. Seven weeks of giving him a shot every Sunday evening. Last night was different…last night my beautiful, brave boy sat like a champ in my lap and didn’t cry a single tear.
When hubs was finished giving him the injection I hugged Monkey sooooo tight and fought my own tears. I told him how proud I was of him and how brave he was. He looked at me with a smile and said, “Momma, I didn’t cry! I almost did cry one tear but I didn’t!” Even his brothers were pouring their praise on him, “Wow! You did great! I can’t believe you didn’t cry! That’s so awesome!”
After the freeze pops were handed out and hubs and I had a moment we both shared our thoughts. We were so very proud of him but at the same time a little sad. It’s hard to explain the sad part. I think it’s because our hearts still break that this is his life. We are thankful that he’s gotten to this point and pray that it continues to go so well for him but our hearts are also sad that this is now his normal.
The sad thoughts are small ones though. I am so very thankful this change in medication is working so great for him. I’m thankful that the doctors listened to my concerns and made the switch. I’m thankful that my boy has been blessed with a brave, warrior heart and spirit. He’s a fighter and some day no one is going to want to mess with this kid! My beautiful, brave Monkey. <3