Showing posts with label Milestones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Milestones. Show all posts

Sunday, March 25, 2012

10 months!

10 months! And we are at home!






  • waking up in our own bed!




  • Getting up to change little Peeper on our "own" changing table and, Putting on one of our "own" clean diapers.




  • Picking out something nice for little Peeper and, dressing him in clothes of his "own".




  • Having breakfast Together, all of us, in our "own" kitchen!




  • Playing with little Peeper's "own" toys on his "own" little playmat!




  • Playing music on our "own" CD and dancing around with him just because we're happy to be alive and, well enough to be out of the hospital.




  • Perhaps going for a walk here in a little while, if the weather allows it...








We celebrated 8 months in the hospital and, 9 months as well, but today there's:




  • No Hospital room,




  • no hospital bed,




  • no hospital clothes,




  • No canula to worry about when we're playing, bathing, or putting clothes on




  • no hospital breakfast with only Peeper and me,




  • and, more importantly, there is no super sick little baby!








I know his blood work is still atrocious and, he threw up again a couple of times yesterday, but I noticed last night that His 8th tooth had broken through, so I'm hoping that can explain some of his stomach trouble. He seems to be feeling alright this morning at least.

And That is all it takes to make me happy.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Just a little update

It was time for some blood work again today and, as usual after the chemo, everything is going down, down, down. The doctor was a bit concerned and, we're gonna have to go back in for another check-up on Monday, to make sure that they catch it in time in case little Peeper needs another blood transfusion.

His Hemaglobin was 93 today, which means that it can drop another 13 units before the blood transfusion is absolutely necessary, but we know that it'll keep going down during the next week. It always keeps falling for about 10 to 14 days after the treatment, so I'm glad they'll be keeping a close eye on him.

More over, if the weather only decides to be as nice as it was today, we won't mind walking back and forth to the hospital. Today was the first bit of fresh air that we have gotten since we got home from the last treatment, so being able to walk around out there without a coat on was definitely a more than welcome change to the cold and rainy weather we've been having thus far. Not too mention how good it felt to get out of the house for a couple of hours.

It was a bit chilly on the way over there this morning, but it was 10 degrees C out there when we were walking back home and, I would imagine probably 15 or so in the sun, though it may of course have been a little more or a little less. either way it was wonderfully warm and, spring is finally, finally on it's way.

I'm looking forward to taking lon walks in the sunshine again. It'll be great for all of us. Little peepr is going to be old enough to go to the playground here pretty soon as well... Now if only he could get to feel well enough for more than a couple of days at a time we'll spend as much time as possible outdoors.

The first few days after this last treatment were a bit ruff on him with a lot of nausea even in spite of the medecin. He has been a little feberish too. Not enough to go to the hospital, but right on the edge. He has just now gotten better and, he seems to be back to normal now. It's a little bit hard to tell though, since he's super cranky because yet another one of his upper teeth broke through yesterday and, there's another one on the way. That may explain the fever though and, I'm glad that it was teething and not complications from the chemo that caused it.

He's got 7 teeth now. He's growing up so fast and, He will turn 1 years old here before we know it. I just hope we don't have to be in the hospital when he does.

There was a little boy turning 2 the same day that we left the childhood cancer ward this last time. We didn't see him, but there was a sign saying "happy second birthday" up on the door to his room. It made me cry and, I have thought of him and his parents ever since. Children shouldn't have to celebrate their birthdays in the pediatric oncology ward. We left a couple balloons for him outside the door to his room. It wasn't much, but it was all we had and, we had a train to catch. I hope he was strong enough to play with them.

The ward was full this time. I've never seen so many children over there at once and, way too many of them are just little babies. It's a very difficult place to be. So many had to stay over the weekend too. Normaly that doesn't bode well. I know we stayed that first time cause they were going to begin the chemo therapy treatment, so there was no point in going home as we would have lost almost 2 whole days to traveling anyway. It's just that there are other explanations for stayint the weekend as well and, when the little ones are staying in their rooms instead of being out in the playing area it's usually one that hurts too much to think about.

Why is life so unfair!? Why can't all children at least get a good start in life. It seems like they should have a right to it.

I guess ultimately I shouldn't worry about celebrating his birthday in the hospital. At least his prognosis is such that we will get to celebrate many more with him. Not all parents are that lucky.

I've been very down lately. It should be the other way around with the good news we received last time, but could, would and should, never seem to be a reliable source for how things actually turn out.

Life itself is hard to deal with and, I'm so worried about my older brother too. But everything is making me kind of sad right now.
Especially that little peeper is growing up too fast and, Alex is too; he'll be going away to collige before we know it. I wish there was a way to slow the time down some times. But on the other hand I'd like it to speed up so that we can get done with the chemo and, hopefully start living again. I feel like our lives have been on hold ever since the first suspicion of cancer was raised.

I should really try to take my own advice and find joy in all the little things such as that little peepre is getting to be so talkative now, responding with a million different little sounds every time we're saying something to him. But I feel as if I do for the most part even though it definitely doesn't sound that way right now. There are plenty of reasons for happiness even in the difficult times we're going through. As always it comes from the children, but there is more: such as the fact that we actually are in love with each other still after all that has been going down.
Or the joy that was plain for anyone to see throughout B's whole being that day little Peeper decided to call his dad "baba."

As for other words, He already says:
"Mamma" for me, and, "hey" and, "no" in swedish. No english words yet though other than "Hey," wich sounds the same in both languages. He doesn't have a word for Alex yet either, but his whole little body is full of joy every time he sees him. Especially this past week, since Alex is getting home a lot later than usual.

Everybody in Alex's class has been trying out how it would be to have a job this past week and, the music store where he's working closes at 6, so as he's walking home, he's not here until 7 or so. Normally he's home somewhere between 3:30 and 4 o'clock and, little squeeker is definitely noticing the difference.

I hope this weekend brings more lovely weather, so that we can spend some more time outdoors in the sunshine. I'm sure that'll be good for little Peeper's blood count as well. He's neutrophils were at 0.9 today, so at least that's not alarming yet, but if his history is taken into account we can be pretty sure that his headed towards neutropenia anyway and, what ever little help he can get to boost his energy levels is more than welcome right now.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

2 down, 1 to go

Our little miracle has just completed his third chemo therapy treatment and,isn't feeling any too well... But part of that is also because 2 bottom teeth suddenly decided to break through over night and, I mean that litterally. I haden't even noticed any signs of that they were on their way this time, until he started chewing on my finger earlier and, there they were... So my big boy's now got 6 teeth...

believe it or not, but there haven't been any mishaps at all this time and, what's more, is that we have gotten wonderful news!

2 tumours down!

That's right! The 2 tumours in his right eye seem to have disappeared, died and, dissolved into nothingness. Ah maybe not quite, there's a couple of scars left, but they are at least inactive now...

The one in his left eye has shrunk considerebly, but it requiered a little bit of laser treatment this time as well.

The doctor could now also say for sure that the sentre of the macula of the retina, which is the part of the eye that is responsible for central, high resolution vision, doesn't seem to have been effected by the tumours at all. In other words, his vision is not severely damaged and, it seems, barely damaged at all.

Complications can of course stil occur, but things look very promising right now.

Little kangaroo-cub still has one treatment left to complete this cycle of chemo therapy, but hopefully, hopefully, he'll be done with that after next time.

It seems as if I spend every moment that he's awake hugging on him and, telling him that "he'll be alright now. He has done so well and, he'll be alright now..."

Monday, October 31, 2011

The most wonderful sound in the world

There are sounds... Wonderful sounds... Sounds that turns an ordinary, boring day into to something forever special and, makes it always worth remembering...

When it comes to our little miracle, There's of course the day when he came into this world and we heard him cry for the first time.

There's also the the first time we got to hear his heartbeat, which by the way was on valentines day. We couldn't have found a better symbol of our love for that day if we got to do it a million times over.

And now there's also this day, the 31 of October 2011, which was the firsst time I really got him to laugh...

B wasn't in the room, but he heard it anyway and, I'm glad he didn't miss it.

Alex was right there with me and Joshua, so he got to share it too.

It's the most wonderful sound in the world.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Trying Solids

I know, I know, we were going to wait until he turns 6 months and, that's another 5 weeks still...
But he is hungry...

He wants to eat about a hundrad times in a 24 hour period. That's no problem, I'm use to that by now, but he has started this new thing, where he's turning every nursing session into either a "lets practice my hunting skills" session, or a "I'm gonna go into wrestling when I grow up, so come on boob, lets have a match" session.

The hunting practice means that he'll sit absolutely still for a few seconds and stare at my boob, before opening his mouth as wide as he can... Then he throws himself forward and bears down on it as if it was his prey. After a couple of swallows he lets go and starts over...

The wrestling practice involves using both hands to push my boob back and forth, while at the same time trying to keep the nipple in his mouth, which of course means that he'll lose it more often than not. Then he loses his mind trying to find it again.

I'm beginning to worry about him not eating enough and, not sleeping enough for that matter. All that waking up to eat is not suppose to be good for him.

I'm aware of that the articles on the subject, at for example Baby Center, say that that shouldn't be the reason for starting with solids, but our nurse is of another opinion. According to her we should try to get him to eat hot cereal before he goes to bed, so that he'll sleep all night. She said that he was old enough not to eat at night a month ago.

I don't care about that. I'll let him eat at night for as long as he wants to, as long as he gets enough sleep, but there was another reason as well, which was that I was curious...Yep, there it is...

Solids are fun and, I've been looking forward to finding out what he'll like. More over, if he's anything like his brother, it'll take time to get him use to the new texture, so unless we want to wait until he's 9 months before he'll eat a meal without spitting all of it out, we've better start trying a little bit now.

More importantly, trying just a little doesn't mean that I'll exchange any of his nursing time yet. I still want him to have breast milk as his main source for nourishment, but a spoonfull of mashed carrots, potatos or the like isn't going to change that.

Here's how it went the first time: