The day was a blur of blood monitoring and trying to persuade Nat to vomit into a bowl and not all over me, the bed, his Frog, holding him while he watched cartoons, talking to doctors, waiting. We were initially in the room right next to the examination room where he was first diagnosed.
Sylvia came over and has been cleaning and is now giving Thomas a bath while I eat dinner and type. I'm going back to the hospital in the morning and sending Geoff home for a bit. I'm worried about them both and trying not to worry, because worry is useless.
Time for quiet and a snuggly baby and then bed.