This Mother's Day will be very memorable for me for a few reasons. Mostly, because everything that's happened this year has made me even more grateful to be here with my family - and to realize just how blessed I am to be called "Mommy" by my two amazing, beautiful, and hilarious girls.
When you're married to a police officer, or anyone who works weekends for that matter, Mother's Day isn't guaranteed to be a relaxing day. But seeing as how I've had a lot of "days off" this year, I didn't mind waking up at 6:30 with the girls, opening the handmade cards they made for me (which are the BEST gifts ever!) and spending the whole day with them. Matt had to work both Saturday and Sunday nights, so after our fun bbq at Pat and Jess' house, he had to leave us. Which meant that we ordered pizza for dinner, watched way too much tv, had baths and dessert and then hit the hay. Or so I thought....
Poor Reagan woke up around 10 puking everywhere. Charlie was still awake when Reagan went to bed, so I let Reagy sleep in our bed. Big mistake. I immediately freaked out, mostly because I just can't get sick, but also because no one really likes having to clean that up. Thank God Matt was able to leave work almost immediately. He made it home after the second round of puke happened and the second set of sheets were put on our bed. Sparing the gory details, Matt and Reagan proceeded to be up every 30 -60 minutes all night long. I've never seen (well, heard actually) anything like it. It's astounding to think that in 4.5 years she's never been sick like this - until I'm going through chemo and can't take care of her.
I am getting better at realizing that I'm not a bad mom because I can't comfort her when she's sick right now. But there's still a small part of me that feels like I'm literally turning my back on her when she needs me. Granted Matt is an amazing caregiver so it's not like I'm just tossing her to the wolves...but I am her Mom, and it's my JOB to take care of my little girl when she's sick. So instead I'm helping out where I can...which is mainly just keeping the laundry moving and folded... and honestly, I've never washed, folded, and re washed so many blankets and sheets in one day in my life.
All of this laundry has motivated me to get other spring cleaning done around the house. Which is a good thing because it means that I'm feeling well enough to get it done. My spine is hurting a bit, but it's not unmanageable. My knees are much better also. The only slight concern is the swelling by the Neupogen injection site still. It comes and goes, but heat and ice seem to help a lot. I have another appointment tomorrow with Suzanne, so I'll bring it up then. But I don't see a reason to call about it again or go in sooner. As long as I don't have a fever I'm not sure what they would even be able to do.
I'm cautiously going to say that the verdict is in: Taxol is WAY better than the AC. Even on my "bad" Taxol days I still felt like I was in the land of the living.
3 more rounds...6 more weeks...that doesn't seem like that long at all.
When you're married to a police officer, or anyone who works weekends for that matter, Mother's Day isn't guaranteed to be a relaxing day. But seeing as how I've had a lot of "days off" this year, I didn't mind waking up at 6:30 with the girls, opening the handmade cards they made for me (which are the BEST gifts ever!) and spending the whole day with them. Matt had to work both Saturday and Sunday nights, so after our fun bbq at Pat and Jess' house, he had to leave us. Which meant that we ordered pizza for dinner, watched way too much tv, had baths and dessert and then hit the hay. Or so I thought....
Poor Reagan woke up around 10 puking everywhere. Charlie was still awake when Reagan went to bed, so I let Reagy sleep in our bed. Big mistake. I immediately freaked out, mostly because I just can't get sick, but also because no one really likes having to clean that up. Thank God Matt was able to leave work almost immediately. He made it home after the second round of puke happened and the second set of sheets were put on our bed. Sparing the gory details, Matt and Reagan proceeded to be up every 30 -60 minutes all night long. I've never seen (well, heard actually) anything like it. It's astounding to think that in 4.5 years she's never been sick like this - until I'm going through chemo and can't take care of her.
I am getting better at realizing that I'm not a bad mom because I can't comfort her when she's sick right now. But there's still a small part of me that feels like I'm literally turning my back on her when she needs me. Granted Matt is an amazing caregiver so it's not like I'm just tossing her to the wolves...but I am her Mom, and it's my JOB to take care of my little girl when she's sick. So instead I'm helping out where I can...which is mainly just keeping the laundry moving and folded... and honestly, I've never washed, folded, and re washed so many blankets and sheets in one day in my life.
All of this laundry has motivated me to get other spring cleaning done around the house. Which is a good thing because it means that I'm feeling well enough to get it done. My spine is hurting a bit, but it's not unmanageable. My knees are much better also. The only slight concern is the swelling by the Neupogen injection site still. It comes and goes, but heat and ice seem to help a lot. I have another appointment tomorrow with Suzanne, so I'll bring it up then. But I don't see a reason to call about it again or go in sooner. As long as I don't have a fever I'm not sure what they would even be able to do.
I'm cautiously going to say that the verdict is in: Taxol is WAY better than the AC. Even on my "bad" Taxol days I still felt like I was in the land of the living.
3 more rounds...6 more weeks...that doesn't seem like that long at all.
I wish I was closer so I could pop over in a moment to help out - even in the middle of the night! I know that feeling all too well about wanting to comfort a sick child - even though she's all grown. You will be back to being a full-time mom very soon! It's almost over. Hang in there. You are doing wonderful. I'm so proud of you and thankful to Matt. He's wonderful! Love Mama
ReplyDeletePoor Reagan!!!! That sucks! We got a round of the stomach flu this past weekend but it was NOT half as gorey as you've described. :(
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