Reincarnated As A Mother

Thursday, November 20, 2014


When will I ever learn to keep my mouth shut
and my thoughts to myself?
So much for Kean feeling good.
It lasted until bedtime and then he spent
much of the night whimpering and acting
like he was in pain.  At 2:45 a.m. he asked me to "hug" him.
I got him up and tried to cuddle with him on the couch
and all he would do was curl up in a ball on my lap.
It is so darn hard to see your baby miserable.
Today wasn't much better.
 Somehow we did make it through both of his Thursday
therapy sessions-- it wasn't pretty but it wasn't too ugly either.
Grammy even came over and spelled me for a few hours.
It was one of those just hold him and try
and comfort him (and let him watched Tangled twice)
kind of days.
Have I mentioned lately how much I hate cancer?
Ten months, ten months, ten months.