I am entirely certain that we won’t be seeing our nurse again. Yesterday I sat around waiting to hear from her about what time she would be arriving to do Anthony’s infusion, when she didn’t show I could only assume she would be showing up at the same time as the previous week, 6:30am. Of course that wasn’t the case and at around 9:30 I got a phone call from her saying, “We changed your time to Thursday, didn’t anyone tell you?” WTH?! That’s not how home care works, we are supposed to agree on a time not they change it and don’t tell me. What would have happened if I had plans to, you know, not be home! on Thursday? Then again this is the same woman who wanted to sedate my son before his infusions with Benedryl so what’s done is done I suppose. Today we had infusions done in the clinic and while he wasn’t happy about being there his natural fight or flight instincts didn’t kick in to quite the magnitude that they have been. He cried, he kicked a little, he did not however wrench his arm from my grasp causing the needle to dislodge and blood to pool up on him. The emla cream did help to numb him and he really didn’t feel a thing. He was just upset, which to me is entirely understandable given his last 2 experiences with prophylaxis. Here’s to hoping my little trooper has a better week next week. I am so happy that we are figuring this all out together and that I have the wonderful Miss Leslie to help me through it all. By the by the big boy we all know and love had his first day of “school”!!! He adores it and cannot wait to go back. Don’t know when it was that my guy got so grown up but I guess it’s time I got used to it.