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Thursday Update: 11/10/05

Blessing for the day:
MATT HAD HIS FIRST BIG MEAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It consisted of:
5 bites of chocolate ice cream
3 bites of sugar cookie
7 drinks of Coke
7 drinks of egg nog

He was SO excited! It went really well, and he had a big smile on his face when he was done! I think he could have gone on eating and eating, but the therapist only has so much time to spend with him. She gave me the ok to try other soft things with him too, since we have suction in the room to help out in case he can’t get something down. She’s very encouraged with the amount of progress he’s made just in the past few days. He’s been swallowing these things so well, and has been vocalizing MUCH more! Here are a few of the things he’s said that were very clear:

· I feel a draft
· You owe me (a bite of cookie)
· I never fell asleep
· The nurse spilled on my underwear (don’t ask!)
· One, two, three, four, five
· I can’t wait for tomorrow (for the Botox injections)
· Make it quick (when I went home last night for supper)
· DAMN RIGHT!!!! (his new motto)

Matt continues to make daily progress…progress that we can ALL see and appreciate. We are so blessed to be here in this wonderful rehab environment, surrounded by skilled therapists and doctors. They are ALL making a difference for us!

We are both excited and anxious for the Botox injections this afternoon. The doctors are coming over here to do it around 4:30. We are very helpful that it well help a lot with the muscle spasms in that right arm/hand. I can’t wait to see the results…I hope they are all we wish for.

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