Motherhood

After eating the delicious meatballs that my aunt brought for dinner, I was getting ready for the last IV of the day when I realized that I didn't buy mozzarella cheese. This might not seem like a big deal unless it is 10 o'clock on the coldest day of the year and the cheese is for your daughter's slumber party at school. I only share this story with my readers for your own amusement and it should be no reflection on my actual abilities.

So, this morning, things got off to a rough start. I had managed to wake up at 6 without my husband's help since he was waking up in Indiana today. I hooked up my IV and went back to bed. When I got up again to shut it off, I realized that I never opened the clamp on my picc line so nothing had happened. This is not only really annoying but they are on a strict schedule which was now way off. It also meant that I had to open the clamp and tote my IV along to drop off my daughter at school. I had managed to arrange my schedule to avoid this so far and my cape helped hide the obvious. Of course, no one really cares but I prefer not to be the "sick" mom at school especially.

After convincing my daughter that she could wear leggings to school so she wouldn't freeze and change back into her pajama pants, we were off to the grocery store. I managed to pick up a paper and thought things were looking up until I went to pay for it and found that I left my debit card at home and had $2 cash in my wallet. I really need to visit the bank. So, my daughter agreed to bag the groceries and the check out lady agreed to make sure that she stayed there while I ran out to the car in the snow to get the checkbook.

Again, we were on our way to school. When we got to school, my friend saw me struggling to carry in all of the slumber party supplies and trying not to tangle up my IV. We had the needed blanket, pillow, robe, slippers, flashlight, stuffed dolphin, and of course, the cheese for the pizzas for snack. She offered to help and things were looking good until I realized that I did not have the pajama pants. Defeat. After convincing my daughter that she could really go into class in her leggings, I drove home. My friend followed me and picked up the pajama pants and took them back to school for me. I already owe her so many favors that I can't even keep track but it was a really great gift as I would have never heard the end of it. It also allowed me enough time to wash my hair between IVs and treatments which was really my only goal for the day.

As of this post, I am waiting for the nurse to arrive and draw my blood. She will come back after my next IV in about two hours to draw my blood again and change my dressing. It is right up there with clean hair and a little too exciting. My nurses think it is a little funny that I make a point to look out the window and ensure that I have no idea what they are doing or any of the sordid details. The doorbell is ringing...

Blessings,

Cindy