So everything was okay the other night. You slept until 7:30 the next morning. (aside from a couple of milky bobbles and diaper changes) I guess you were just tired. You were a little pale and had puffy eyes, but what does that mean anymore? The boys came home on Monday. You were fascinated with Sterling's elk and so happy to see your horses and dogs.
Tuesday's clinic visit went well. Your counts were good and they did not up your meds. PHEW.
The nurse had troubles with your port , but you were so brave and so forgiving. You were smiling by the time she administered the chemo. You were happy to see Dr. Wright and actually let her look in your mouth this time. You have a new tooth that you wanted to show off. So cute.
I've been making more friends with more cancer moms. It's great. You will get to meet more kids like you and Carson soon. They all understand what we've going through. I must admit though, It's hard to hear of some of the complaints these other kids have. You are to little to voice yourself and describe your suffering. I can't help wonder how much more you've had to suffer because you couldn't communicate to me what was wrong or what you might have needed. I'm so sorry for that. All I can say is I'm trying my best. I'm trying my best to care for needs now, as well as for the future. I'm trying to love you and spoil you without spoiling you rotten. I plan on you being around for a very long time, and I don't want you to be a brat. ( because I love you )
It's late again. I'm off to bed.
Love you Muffin. :)