Thursday, February 27, 2014

Mommy: Day 2 of the last round

Today was hard... little girl has *not* been feeling well. She has actually been refusing food... OUR daughter, not wanting to eat... not a good sign. She was trying to play and stuff, but you could tell she just felt crappy and it was really getting to me.

When we got to children's though, Cambria had a nice little surprise! Someone had dropped off another volley of toys as a donation, so we got to pick one out for her! The youngest one was this neat little doctor playset... it's a bit too old for her, but she's happy to gnaw on the blood pressure cuff for a bit:


Oh! And we think Cambria may be developing a distaste for men who shave!!! The only guy she's known with a bald chin is her Grandpa Jerry, who she hasn't seen since she was 8 weeks old, and she had a guy nurse today who she clearly was not so sure about. (She decided in the end that he was alright) But in talking about it, we realized all the other guys she's met have some level of facial hair! Funny how times change... when I was little it was common for kids to distrust men *with* facial hair!

Thankfully she was a sleepy girl, and napped through treatment again, although, this time she slept with her eyes partially open (which was super creepy because he eyes tracked my movements in her sleep).

Since she hasn't been eating, and she has been throwing up part of what she does eat, we talked with the nurses and they gave her an extra hour of fluids after the chemo. This made a BIG difference. She was playing, and she ate a full bottle before bed, and just seemed much better off. She still hasn't dropped a duce since Tuesday though, so we're trying to watch that (as awkward as that is)

The other thing we've been concerned with, is the drives to and from the hospital. Last time she had the doxorubicin she got carsick even 2 days later. So it's been one of the things we've been praying about, and little girl has slept the ride home each day (Amen!) Today, she had her guitar in her clutches, and if you tried to move it she'd wake up and look at you like "what's wrong with you? zzzz"

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