Day +75, Happy Dibs Day

Dibs, those yummy ice cream nuggets made by Nestle. I’m proposing November 7th as National Dibs Day. Nestle and Hallmark can thank me later. More about this at the end, first I want to update you on JT.

He has been doing great these last couple of weeks. His appetite is slowly coming back and after a dip in his weight, he’s been holding steady and not requiring any IV fluids for dehydration. The new med, Neurontin, is causing him to be pretty lethargic, and he’s been taking afternoon naps every day. The dogs love it; they always curl up with him! We are starting to see his witty personality pop back up as well. I love his sense of humor and he loves making me laugh. I’m glad he’s feeling good! At last Friday’s clinic appointment, his labs showed that he is pretty much holding steady with his blood counts and chemistry. This is normal and a lot of kids take 6 months to a year before the counts make it back into the “normal” range. Since he went a week without any pain and minimal nausea, Dr. Cheng blessed us with a week off and we don’t go back until this Friday! He also granted JT permission to eat at his other favorite restaurant, Chik-fil-A if I could get them to prepare his meal fresh like O’Charley’s. Everyone reading this that goes to the Sprayberry Chick-fil-A knows how great the Owner and Staff are there and this was no problem. Yeah!  Been twice so far.

So, I’m sure you’re wondering about National Dibs Day. Yesterday was Day +75 (can you believe that?) and I had snuggled in on my couch to watch “my show”, Brothers and Sisters at 10pm, just like I always do. No sooner did I get relaxed that JT said to me, “Mom, can you go get me some Dibs?” And as I have been doing over the last 75 days, I started to get up to do his bidding. And then I thought to myself, hmmm he’s been feeling good, he’s not in pain, AND he’s got a devilish grin on his face. So I responded to him, “Its Day +75 get your own Dibs”!

I think it’s time for all us Mothers to unite, take a stand, make our children responsible (when they’re not sick and need you of course), raise our voices and shout “Get your own damn Dibs!” And if this seems a little harsh to you, then might I suggest a simple, “Go ask your Father”? Happy Dibs Day everyone! Thanks for your continued prayers!

xo Sabrina