A Wonderful Wednesday.

I never thought I would call Wednesdays wonderful. But yesterday was. Jacob is still stable. He's fighting this little tumour and we have never felt so lucky. Last time we were at RLH, Mr Sagoo. One of Jacobs consultants did say that they can slow down and a lot of children will become stable. But we never, ever go thinking that it will still be the case. It just isn't worth the disappointment. Luckily, we've not had the disappointment yet, but that's not to say we won't. Jacob didn't go down to theatre until around 3pm and as usual we went down to the canteen to grab something to eat as we also don't really eat while Jacob can't. Maxine, one of Jacobs nurses knows how much I love the puddings down there so she specifically went back to check for me when she got her lunch. And it was gooseberry and apple crumble, one of the best. So I obviously salivated my way to the canteen, only to be distraught when they had sold out. I was gutted. I had to settle for some awful chicken sandwich on brown bread, and I hate brown bread. But by this point, I was so hungry that I just needed any food.

Jacob was back quite quickly again from theatre, and when I went to collect him from recovery, I couldn't hear him crying. He normally always screams the place down after coming round from the anaesthetic. But he was just laying on his bed, wide awake, waffling away to the nurse. It was so funny. We got back to his bed, and he just sat there stuffing his face, no wobbly throwing, no tears. It was really nice. Normally the hour or so afterwards is a bit chaotic with tears and trying different food and drink. But he just sat eating his yogurts and a whole packet of blueberries. Then made his way through rice cakes, malt loaf and Jaffa cakes, the new favourite. Oh and 3 bottles of water.

It felt like hours until Mr Reddy came round with the results, Jacob was only second on the list, sometimes they will come up in between to give you the results but depending on how busy they are and how many kids they've got in that day, it can sometimes be at the end. And they were busy on Wednesday so it was the end. But it was so worth the wait. Mr Reddy is so to the point, he just said "Jacob is doing fine!" No technical terms, nothing. To which I just said "He's still stable?!" Yep, and that he is to be seen again in 8 weeks. 8 weeks! Its getting longer in between appointments which is amazing, but so scary too! We know what to look out for though so if we were worried at all, the RB team are pretty amazing at getting you fitted in if needed. Luckily, we've never had that yet and fingers crossed it will stay that way!

After getting 8 weeks off, we thought we'd have a nice break from hospitals, but this morning Jacob decided that was not to be the case. He climbed up on to the dining chair while I was out of the room.and before I knew it, he'd come off it backwards and landed on his head. He is always bashing his head and will normally just brush it off and get on with it. But when I picked him up he was doing that holding his breath thing babies do when they're shocked. And he was quite floppy. Not holding his head up. I went into total panic mode, Rich had just left for work so I rang him and got him to come back although I have no idea how he worked out what I said on the phone in between my panic and Jacobs screaming. He's quite tough really so when he didn't stop crying after a few minutes and his head was quite floppy, I knew he needed checking out. So we spent our Friday morning in A & E. Luckily he is fine, but it was so scary. He has never gone drowsy like that and its the only time he's bashed his head when I've really panicked. One of the nurses asked if he had a lazy eye, to which I obviously said that its artificial. Which led to a discussion about Rb and how did we find out. It seems so many more people know about it now than when we found out. But I think its probably where we are just more aware. Its nice that people know what it's about now though, and that hopefully Jacob's story has made at least people we know more aware of the disease.