Clinic day 1

Now that I can actually sit down and think, today was actually kind of sad.  Cole had his first clinic day.  You might think, oh what's the big deal.  Well, for 6 months Cole would go to the clinic and play the entire time we were there.  He would have a blast.  Today, however, Jamison got to play and Cole had to get him BP, Temp and blood drawn.  It wasn't a horrible time for him, however as with anything lately he fought that blood draw harder than anything.  He is so strong.  We had both of the lab techs in there, one holding his legs between hers and holding his arm down.  They first attempted a finger stick, but he was fighting that so much that they had to use his arm.  So there I am, holding him in my lap, holding his one arm down, he is screaming at the top of his lungs, crying so hard and we're all just manhandling him to get a tiny amount of blood.  Heartbreaking! His labs were good, though, so we go back in a week.  I spoke with the doctor about his bactrim, and he said with the amount of chemo he's getting, it could be argued that he doesn't even need it, so as long as we're attempting, he's fine with that.  He also sent us to the store to get something to try and help Cole with his BM's.  It's been almost 2 weeks, miralax has not helped at all, we can't do enemas, so we're going to try this...assuming he will drink it.  I also spoke with the social worker and got a ton of new forms to fill out.  Oh joy.

I think Jamison had a fun time.  The nurses all kept going to him instead of Cole, thinking we were there for him.  No one could believe we were back with another child.  But we were..and we'll keep going back, at least for 6 months.  Then I can hope we never step foot back in those doors again, right?