rocked.

Well day minus eight happened and it rocked my sweet boy hard.  His ATG was started and he spent most of the afternoon/evening crying and whimpering.  ATG is given alongside Chemotherapy in order to suppress certain blood cells.  On a side note, someone really should warn people about the whole hazmet suit deal, it really makes a momma ill.  Back to the infusion… his oxygen levels dropped and he had a high fever. ATG was paused and he started to return to himself watching the NBA finals and phoning to tease Daddy about Miami winning the championship.  Once he had settled they restarted through the night at half of the rate and his fever and oxygen requirements returned.  It was a long night. 

Today was much better (minus seven) he was given meds before hand and handled the reduced rate of the ATG well.  We spent the day cuddling in bed, watching Shrek and talking about life.  He has a lot to say these days, not only to me but he also to his nurses (he told Julie today, "Daddy haircut today and a penis… Kiah penis too").  It was a bit awkward. Later when Daddy came in the evening we make-shifted a basketball net in the hospital bed.  Kiah tangled himself in his lines over and over while showing off his basketball skills for the nurses.  He is particularly proud of his rim-rocker (and his penis too apparently).


as if nothing were happening…