Ramble.

So the oxygen equipment and supplies came in the other day. Naturally, Spencer threw a shit fit over me even trying to put the cannula on his face. He would hide his little face and cry if I even lifted it, breaking my heart. So I decided it wasn't worth the stress for both of us and emailed his doc. Spencer may have won the battle, but I shall win the war. Anyhow, we have orders in for Spencer to do blow by oxygen, which I'll probably have to wake up a million times a night to readjust...either that or duct tape it to his pajamas. Either way, it's a hell of a lot less anxiety for my SPD kid so it works for me.
Today he was having giggle fits. He was going nuts over everything earlier. He was dancing and doddle-bopping and everything. I guess he was pretty excited to be left at home while Jimmy and I went on a date. Yes, a date. With no child. We've only been on two or three dates since Spencer was born, mainly because of lack of a baby sitter. We had a giant steaks at Texas Roadhouse and wandered around Walmart for a while...what else can you do in Ashland, Kentucky?
I've come to the sad realization that we need another medical cabinet. With all the extra oxygen supplies, we have no more room. We are also out of room in our small bedroom we are living in while finishing the house, so putting in another cabinet really isn't an option. I'm still trying to figure out what to do with his supplies once we finish the house. Do I let it take over his closet or do we keep doing the cabinet system? There is also the delicate art of not letting it take over his room and making it look like a hospital.