Swelling fast...

Dave went to grab some dinner, and when he came back, we decided Zack was ready for some Jello (which he insisted on eating himself.) The swelling/bruising had started pretty bad on his left eye. I ran down to grab a bite and came back at 6:30, and the difference in just half an hour was amazing. I expect that eye will be fully shut much sooner than I expected. Poor little monkey keeps crying that he just wants to go home. He's breaking my heart. He still says nothing hurts, which I can't believe by the size of his head, but so far he hasn't needed any pain medicine. He's settled down a bit watching Ice Age. Hopefully he'll manage to rest well tonight, though I don't hold out much hope for Dave and me...sleep doesn't really happen in the PICU.