Last night was not so happy. Andrew couldn't sleep. His mouth hurt from all the poisons they sent coursing through his body. This morning he was hungry, but his mouth hurt so bad, he couldn't even drink water.
Bring in the cure-all solutions: popsicles and a walk
(this was Andrew's idea, and a damn good one.)
So we walked around the block. I took my camera, Andrew took his popsicle.
Along the way, I noticed some beautiful trees. I don't know the technical term, but they look like bottlebrush. I saw two different kinds.
When we got home, Andrew ate another popsicle.
(this face makes me sad. because usually it would be smiling.)
And then we went to the clinic where I learned how to give him shots. Everyday.
We are going to need lots of walks and popsicles to get through this!
The onslaught against his tiny little body never ends.
(I was going to try to make this post more positive, but I'm just not there yet. sorry. At least I took some pictures :) )
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