Talitha had a bit of a rough go today.
The Thiotepia (chemo drug) is responsible for the 3 baths a day. The Carboplatin (chemo drug) is responsible for the nausea. (The overly-tired comes from adjusting once again to the hospital environment that isn't very sleep friendly considering the constant parade of doctors, nurses, and technicians with their constant regiment of procedures and array of noisy, alarm-laden instruments.)
We attempted two naps today but didn't get very far either time.
Finally, at about 9pm tonight, I had everything set for Tali to go to sleep and stay asleep. We'd read "one more book" several times already; prayers completed; songs almost finished; and her two favorite blankets newly wrapped around her as she polished off her full cup of milk.
Well maybe you can guess where this is headed...
Without warning, Talitha was suddenly fussy and restless...then EVERYTHING came up...wave after wave after WAVE.
All over everything including the two favorite blankets.
I fully participated as a target in the event. (These green hospital clothes are actually quite comfortable. No wonder the doctors like to wear them in surgery.)
One of these days, I'm going to laugh during the I-can't-believe-this-is-happening-to-me-moment.
Today wasn't that day.
But I'm at least smiling now.