Clark and I were talking this morning, it went something like this…
“Good morning Mother, I think I’m ready to go home today.”
To which I responded…
“Oh no, sorry Clark… this treatment is 6 weeks long.”
To which he replied…
“What the #$!@!! 6 weeks?! I thought you said 6 days!!”
Clark has officially declared that he no longer wants to be in the hospital. He has a subtle way of telling me, by say… refusing to brush his teeth. And not-so-subtle ways like fighting me (more than usual) with his eye drops, and refusing to take his oral meds. I knew this day would come. I was just hoping it would be much later in our stay.
I’m hopeful that this is just a temporary issue. On a more positive note, even though Clark is stubborn with his refusals, I am even more stubborn and (even though I don’t like to) can overpower him when necessary. :) Sorry kiddo, we’re staying until you’re better.
We had a long night of diaper changes. I was hoping Clark would have slept through them (and subsequently allow Mama to sleep through them). But unfortunately that didn’t happen. For some reason, Clark doesn’t like his diaper changes (even by me). Maybe he’s cold? Or just doesn’t want to be disturbed? Either way, we were both up every 2 hours until 8am when his chemo started.
Clark was full of energy this morning… but a kind of tired and cranky energy. Not my favorite combination. He would get frustrated one moment while throwing his toys on the ground, but then jumping up and down giddy with excitement the next. He was a bit of a handful. Around 11am Clark finally had his nap (2 hours!). This gave Mama time to shower and enjoy a hot cup of coffee.