Saturday, February 7, 2009

Perspective Shift

So, let's sum up my afternoon and evening with The Boy yesterday: get home, lie down for a nap, get a LOT of food vomited on me. Nap for two hours post-cleanup. Dinner is yummy, although he wound up with a mostly-separate meal (hooray, toddler eating habits!). Fun playing afterwards, followed by having his entire dinner vomited on me (yet again). The next hour was spent with him crying and upset, spitting his medicines down his chin (including Zofran, the wonder anti-nausea drug) and snuggling more than moving around - but in his specific ways, which aren't necessarily comfortable. He finally went down for sleep at about 9:30 and woke up for the last few minutes of Battlestar Galactica. He woke up three times for brief moments before finally joining us to sleep at 2AM or so.

Interesting shift of perspective. Pre-cancer, I would think that that was a miserable night. I would harp on the losing of two meals, the fighting at medicine time and his clinginess.

Post-cancer? Not a bad night. He wasn't in pain, as far as we can tell. He was unhappy, but that was mostly fixed with snuggles and hugs.

Just wanted to let y'all know about how one's priorities and viewpoints shift.

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