Feeling really crap today.
DD is trying so hard to pull herself up, but hasn't managed to again and she becomes distressed if I try to stand her up.
She's got her eye apmt tomorrow and I'm dreading that. It's not going to be nice for her, I've been told it can take 4 hours, they will be doing various tests on her eyes, one involves putting dye in them.
Thankfully DH has taken the day off work to come with us.
I never dreamt I'd be going through tests and scans again with another child of mine.
Being in hospital, scans etc, brings back such painful memories.
I lay awake for hours last night thinking of what Jack's scans showed up. A tumour the size of a football.
I keep telling myself DS hasn't got Neuroblastoma, but it's not knowing what IS the problem that's eating me.
If it was just one of her three problems, maybe I'd be coping better, but the three together is painting a duller picture.
I thought I'd done with Childrens hospital wards, they make me so uneasy.
It's so painful. My wounds from loosing Jack are still so raw.