So many things swirling around in my mind.
So much happening, my life is never truly dull! We are this close to moving into The Money Pit!
Just waiting on that final piece of paper that says "Farmers Wifey, the four years you have lived in a shed, and coped with this neverending bad camping trip, is finally coming to an end"!
When I have that official letter in my hand, I will know that we have done it! Our dream house will be finished! I can unpack! I can decorate! I can have a bath!
But the house hasn't been on my mind this week. Mr C (aged 9) and I have spent three days in Brisbane at the Royal Childrens Hospital. You may remember that he has recently been diagnosed with Crohn's Disease.
He had two procedures scheduled, the first being an iron infusion, and the second, a pillcam endoscopy, where a small camera is placed, and travels through his body recording the images.
We need to see if the 7 week liquid diet adequately rested his bowel enough to make a difference to the little ulcers throughout his small bowel.
Yesterday was very traumatic. The doctor who "tried" to put the IV in his arm, needle pricked his artery, which resulted in alot of tears (me) screaming (Mr C) and too much blood running down his arm.
His arm went white and stiff, and his fingers were numb. It was not right. Mr C was in so much pain, and my heart just about broke in two.
In the end, the IV had to come out, and Dr Nick, who is awesome by the way, successfully (and painlessly) put the IV in Mr C's hand and all was well.
I hated this. I hated seeing my son in pain, and knowing that he trusts me completely......trusts that I make the right decisions for him. If I could trade places with him, I would in a heartbeat.