What a day!

What a day is right! Started off bright eyed and bushy tail at 0-dark thirty and for those who know me and my kids -- that's NOT us. We were woken up at 6:30 AM for vitals and that's when our day began. By 8:30 we were dressed and in mom's bed watching tv and having breakfast - pancakes. Tommy's learning that he's Mr. Popular - the women all love him and think he's cute and the guys all think he's funny and a prankster -- we're in trouble when he starts school is all I can say. So he wants to roam the halls, ride on his IV pole, play in the play room and hang out at the nurse's station. He was non-stop full of it today.

It was as if he had ants in his pants and a slap happy drunk mixer in him. I'm quickly learning the medical field and the more I can do for them, the less I have to hit the nurse's call button and have them in our room -- trust me! At a medical student hospital you have MORE than enough people checking on you -- some who know what they are doing and some that don't. So...I've learned if I catch Tommy's urine, measure it and pull a lab sample ("suck my pee" as Tommy says it) I can then walk across the hall to their station deposit his sample and tell them how much he went.

Tommy's a hands on type of guy, so he wants to "suck his pee" with me -- so being the best mom in the world that my son calls me, I of course let him be my assistant. We glove and mask up every time he goes to the bathroom (about every 1 1/2 hours A LOT) and do the routine together. So he's all happy and jumping to help and wham! He jumps on his scobby doo tail (IV line) and pulls it in to two sections. Thank goodnes NOT while in a chemo drip, so I pull the emergency pull on the bathroom wall knowing it was an emergency and EVERYONE in 4 North would be running. LOVELY! Just as I thought we had a room full of people to see Tommy bare butt and laughing cuz his tail is broken. The girls are like "oh he's so cute" and the guys are "he's so cool, I want a kid like him". Thankfully it was an easy fix!

Daryl and Maggie came to bring us dinner and visit -- while dad and Tommy were playing a game, Maggie runs right through his IV line and pulls his entire tail out of his port! OUCH! NOT a good time!!!!!!!!!! I had to stradle him and hold his arm down to actually get it off with the nurse and then had to help get a new one in -- she missed the first time so we had to go for a second -- not a fun or pretty time for my Tommy boy. He kept saying, "Maggie hurt my port". He was bawling cuz he wanted his tail back in and to spend the night again at the dr's house cuz he's had such a good day! What an amazing kid I have! Here he is on chemo, having a ball, in major pain, wants more pain just so we can spend the night again. We are doing everything right as parents and have a very special gift from God. I'm just taken by his courage!

Well, for those who are paying attention to my blog time (yes, mom -- you :) ) I better get to bed. <><