9 weeks ago today...we were here. Bodie was so upset by his scars that he wouldn't even let me bathe him with the lights on. He could cry when he looked at them. He was so ashamed. My heart was breaking for him.
Today, when I picked him up from school, he was surrounded by his little friends. Apparently, he was showing off his scars to them.
Seriously. A bunch of 3 and 4 years old standing around staring at my son's scar marked chest.
When I asked him why he did that, he looked at me incredulously and said "Mama, because they haven't seen my scars yet!"
I think this gives a whole new meaning to the concept that scars are cool. The upside is that at least he's not ashamed anymore. The downside is, his buddies are going to be having some interesting conversations with their parents over dinner tonight. Thank goodness it's almost Halloween, so at least his timing is good.
Man, this kid has come a long way.
He still has a lot of blue days mixed in with nice pink days and he's still not quite where we'd like him to be post-Fontan, but for today, I'm calling this a victory. Praise.The.Lord.