Torn in three
Night three in our little flat. Flat number 9 in the Paediatric ward of course.
Quintus was better this morning (meaning that he didn’t cry in pain but still battled to get off the bed). Tonight the pain doesn’t seem under control at all. He isn’t drinking enough and the last thing I want is for him to get a drip again. I really hope we’ll get to go home tomorrow.
This is also night three that I’m away from the other two. Two boys who are now missing Mommy a lot. Two boys that Mommy is missing a lot. The plan was that I’d sleep at home tonight (Tommie here with Quintus) but Quintus just didn’t want me to go. I could see that Jason really wanted me to sleep at home tonight. I felt SO bad trying to convince him that it would be better for me to stay.
Man it’s tough.
I also have some serious work that needs to be done. I tried a couple of times today but got interrupted so many times that I just made more work for myself. The due date is tomorrow. Nothing like a little bit of added stress right?
I wish I could be with ALL the boys tonight.
Oh I must say that I just loved loved loved Jason’s concert last night. He was so cool and calm (which really is just his personality!). He was the main character in the last part and played his part SO well. So proud of him.