Today was hard. I missed an entire day of my son's life. That stinks. My scariest thought is that if I am sick... I would miss out on so much of my son's life. Coming home was hard. He doesn't understand why I left him all day. And the hardest thing... he doesn't understand why I won't nurse him. It absolutely breaks my heart. I've had tears a few times today.
I'm glad the PET scan is over. Now I just need to get rid of whatever I'm fighting right now. This evening, I ended up with another fever 103.5! Fortunately the Tylenol brought it back down. I've also had a minor sore through, minor headache, and minor shortness of breathe. When I breathe, I feel like I've been exercising out in the cold... you know that feeling? I don't think it is related to the lung nodules... it would be too coincidental to have first symptoms at the same time as the scan. I think I just happened to pick up a bug elsewhere. But... it stinks!
I'm just ready to hear my good results, feel better, get through the 48 hours of pumping and dumping and get back to our wonderful life with our beautiful boo bear.
Please continue to pray. Boy... my mom thought the whole grandma thing was a walk in the park... she had no idea she'd be put to work so much. But I am SO GRATEFUL for her.
I am also grateful for my wonderful husband. He is such a great dad... he has really stepped up during this time. And he wrote me a beautiful note last night that I kept in my pocket all day. I couldn't have hand picked a more amazing man.
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