Ryder is told he has to stay at Santorini Hospital for almost a week. He isn’t thrilled about it until he hears he needs a blood transfusion and minor surgery on his lower stomach.
He even swung at the doctor when he tried to put him under anesthesia.
I am sitting on a chair, holding his hand while he sleeps.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think he will mind if you leave and get some fresh air,” Daddy says as he reads a magazine.
Mom and Dad didn’t return to the States. They want all of us to return home together. Once Ryder is cleared to leave, of course.
I really hate them suggesting I need to take a walk. It’s not going to happen!
“Mom, it’s only been three days. I don’t think I’m missing much. I’ve been eating and taking showers here.”
I don’t want to tell them Ryder needs me beside him while he sleeps. I don’t want them to freak out if he has a night terror episode. He’ll sleep like a baby if he feels me near him.