After a couple days of withdrawal (trimmers, drooling , throwing up and just plain lethargy), I really think I’m on my way to getting back to good old Cooper (with the exception of the red splotches on my face as a sweet memory of the respirator tape).

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still holding up camp in room 410 (aka mini-methadone clinic), but I was able to squeak out a smile (ok, smirk) today, which gave my parents a peak back in Cooper’s window. I’ve been spending my entire days laying on mom or dad’s shoulder (literally). Even when they take me in the playroom, I’m just a puddle and reach back to be in their arms. It simply seems like a safe an comfy place for me right now – and I like that.

All the doctors and nurses who have cared for me are meeting tomorrow to discuss an “exit strategy” for me. I’m hoping they will give the green light for Tuesday (tomorrow is just not realistic). Oh, and they do have one more thing they want to check out. I seem to have grown a “lump” on the back of my neck… (certainly didn’t want to leave this hospital without a little dose of drama). I’ve told the professionals here that they should try to lay on a neck roll for 8 days with a tube down their throat and see if they get a lump (!), but they still seem to think we should get an ultrasound. Ok ok… better to be on the safe side. I was just hoping to scoot out of here without any more tests, but an ultrasound is pretty painless. I’ve been on the other side of that lens quite a few times in my day (though never outside of the womb).

So think good thoughts for that meeting, folks. And feel free to call in to 800-FREE-COOP to put in your plea. Doctors are standing by.

XOXO,
Coop

P.S. Mom told me that Quinn misses me. Pansy.