Last night found Phoebelicious at the ER until 4 am getting a blood transfusion for low hemoglobin….
I have to mention here what an awesome father my husband is. As soon as her fever spiked and we realized we had to take her back, I disolved into tears. He gladly volunteered to take his girl and didn’t even wake me up to take over when he got home. I texted him at 6 am letting him know she needed her shot not knowing he was in the bedroom next to me with Phoebe. I assumed they were still at the hospital since he hadn’t woken me up. I love this man.
Phoebe is having a rough little time because she is once again being weaned from her final doses of Methadone. Today she had a lot of withdrawal symptoms; vomiting, yawning, fever, sneezing, watery – bloodshot eyes, shakiness, anxiety, irritability, sweating….you name it. It looks like we might have a rocky few days ahead as she continues to wean.
Deacon is doing great and continues to improve each day. His face is peeling quite a bit and he is really starting to feel itchy which means that he’s healing up underneath his little foam suit. He goes in Friday to have it removed and see how things are coming along. The stares we get out in public with these two are pretty funny. Phoebe’s bald head is a quick give-away that she is being treated with chemotherapy, but Deacon and his burned face and wrapped up body make people look twice. What a mess we are!
Here’s to a week with our family intact, come what may!