We got on the even numbers for some reason yesterday, so the planned changes were at 12, 2, 4 and 6 AMs. I got to sleep at 12:15, after an interesting discussion with my wife about the exact schedule. Her first idea was to take the 2 and 4 shifts herself, and I'll take the 6 and 8; but, 4AM is REALLY late at night, and The Boy would wake her (sort of) to nurse, anyway.
Is this every-other-hour thing standard among babies who get chemo, or is this just a side result of ours? Let me know, folks.
Anyway, at 3:15AM, I was awakened by a screaming, cute little boy. I thought I had overslept, so I changed him before I realized that I was early for the change. Okay, no big deal - we're back on odd numbers. He was awake, a bit, so we watched an episode of Scrubs and went back to sleep.
At 5:30, my wife woke up and needed a little help, but she changed him right in the bed and all went back to sleep quickly. At 7, The Boy woke up and decided that he would use Mommy and Daddy as climbing posts. So, we're awake.
I changed him at 7:10, and we went inside to play. After about 5 minutes on the floor, he came over to sit on my lap, when... sniff sniff... oh, boy. Poopy. On a bleeding-raw-rashed rear end. Mommy got up to help, and now Mommy is dumping the baby in bed with Aunt Carla, who arrived last night at around 1AM to help for the weekend.
We're hungry and want to go to breakfast and are not above fighting dirty.
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