Jinxed

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.