I took Josiah to the doctor today. Gammie came to watch Conner and Micah for us. Bret was in no shape to look after sick kids. Thank you, Gammie, thank you.
Joey's been on antibiotic for a week now, and his ears looked like he'd only had 2 or 3 days worth of meds. Apparently the diarrhea caused by the meds was so much that it kept them from doing much of anything. She prescribed a second round of antibiotic and a pretty strict anti-diarrhea diet and pro-biotic supplement (like vitamins containing the good bacteria that you need in your stomach that the antibiotics sometimes kill along with the bad bacteria). We'll see...
Somewhere in my conversation with the doctor, all of the other sickness we've had came up. She got me to talking about it, and she was quite concerned about Micah. Actually, what she said was, "Wow. You've got a problem."
"Thanks," I thought. "I needed that."
(As a side note, you should know that Micah spent 3 nights in the hospital with dehydration due to a stomach bug when he was 12 months old. It was the same as this -- we passed it around, and the next thing I knew, my baby was very sick. I'm scared to death it's going to happen again...)
She prescribed the same anti-diarrhea diet and supplement for him. He'll go back for his three year check-up next week anyway. Hopefully we'll make it that long and she'll evaulate him again at that point.
I thanked the doctor, gathered up my bag and sick baby, and cried the whole way out to the van. We went to WalMart, hoping to get all the stuff we needed in one stop...there was a three hour wait at the pharmacy. The probiotic supplement (not prescription, but over-the-counter that you have to ask the pharmacist for -- not covered by insurance) was $70. I've lost track of how much I've spent on Tylenol, Motrin, chicken soup, pedialyte, gatorade, Kleenex, crackers, yogurt, Clorox wipes, popsicles, Sprite, etc...
Micah's birthday is tomorrow. We had a small little family party planned, and a Spiderman cupcake-cake in the fridge. I so want this baby to be able to eat cake on his birthday! I hadn't had a chance to wrap his presents yet, and forgot I hadn't hidden his presents well. He found them this afternoon. I felt defeated.
By dinnertime, the prayer on my lips was this:
"Lord, I'm done. I've put my faith in my own abilities, in handwashing and Lysol, in Clorox wipes and bleach, in doctors, and even the help of families and friends. Please forgive me. I'm tired, oh so tired. I can't continue this way. I'm done. Please Lord, bless this house with healing. Give us all good rest tonight, and let us wake up on our way back to normal. Thank you for keeping me well this far, and I plead with you, God, please continue to protect me. Please forgive me for my worry -- there are so many people who are dealing with so much more than this. But this is the reality that is staring me in the face today. You are the mighty healer, Lord. I call on you to heal us with the power only You possess, cleanse us from this hold Satan has on us."
I've prayed over all my boys, I have my alarm set for the next round of meds, I'm going to bed...I'm so very tired...