This morning I woke at 5.15am, typical first chance of a complete nights sleep and I wake. I tossed and turned but at the back of my mind was what lay ahead of us today. Mixed emotions, excitement of what could give Chiara her life back and anxiety of all "what if it went wrong".
Richard and I headed over to hospital around 8.30am. Chiara was sitting in her pram bright as a button and happy to see us. She had been given 9 syringes of medication this morning and at 10am her first Chemotherapy would be started through her central line. She was happy and alert. Just her usual self.
10am came and we watched the vial of one of Chemo drugs started. No turning back now.
She fell asleep shortly after. She slept for about an hour. She awoke and by lunchtime had given us quite a few "runny" nappies, effect of drugs maybe as she had been given a few antibiotics.
Another drug was administered at 2pm. We desperately tried to get Chiara asleep to stop her from pulling on the IV line but failed completely as she even at one point tried to get herself out of the back of the buggy.
Another Chemotherapy was administered at 4pm. By this time we were demented as Chiara had failed to sleep and had become extremely grumpy. She had had 3 changes of clothes due to soiling. She ate her dinner at 5pm and by half past had fell asleep on Richard's knee.
We woke a grumpy girl just after 6pm and gave her a bath where she instantly got a new lease of life. We thought, brilliant she will just get milk, drugs and bed. PERFECT or so I thought.....................
She took what should have been her final bottle at 7pm and then I fought with her to keep her awake so I could give her the 10 syringes of medicine. One of which is a sedative. These were given at 8pm. By half past I watched this tired little girl crawl around a cot and pull at her ventilation mask. I lifted her and gave her half another bottle of milk in the hope this would send her off. I tried again to put her to sleep but again I failed as Chiara proceeded to crawl around the cot, she had discovered the control at the back of the bed to make the bed go up and down so this had to be hidden. I lifted her yet again and gave more milk. I laid her back down fingers crossed this would work. I headed back over to Ronald MacDonald for a bite to eat as it was now 9.30pm. I will contact the ward and if she has not settled I will have to return and hopefully get her asleep.
ha ha , that pic of her coming out the bag of the buggy is hilarious i can just hear her just now laughing!! she is a wee devil ,did you manage to get her to sleep?
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