My sweet little Fussy Pants has every right to be fussy.
The poor baby is getting her two front teeth, she has a bad cough, the doctor says her throat is raw, her nose is running, she's dehydrated and she has an ear infection. Oh, and she's just getting over the stomach flu. I'd say she's sick.
Presley woke up around 2:30 a.m. this morning to nurse. When I was done, I just couldn't get back to sleep. I was tossing and turning thinking about how bad I feel for putting her in situations and places that exposed her to such dreadful illnesses. Ok, it's not like I put her in the middle of a hospital waiting room and let her lick the floor or anything.. but she has been to a few nurseries where not every child in there is the poster child of good health.
I just laid there thinking.. we are not leaving our house for two weeks. For two weeks we are locked inside. Sure, we'll miss out on a ton of fun stuff.. but my poor child does not need to be exposed to one more germ! She was, after all, in the NICU for ten days. Her poor little body cannot handle it! She might have to be admitted to the hospital, or worse air flighted to Children's Mercy. I mean, she is really sick. I just laid there thinking these terrible things. I even woke up Craig telling him he must stay home from work today because we are going to have to be at the doctor first thing and I just don't know what will happen next so he needs to be home to care for our other children. I think he just fell right back to sleep.
After it was obvious he had little care and concern for the well-being of his precious little ten month old, I got up and checked the humidifier in her room. It was fine... but I still added some more water to it, just in case. I prayed over her tired little body sleeping so soundly in her crib.
I went back to bed, laid there some more.. all the while thinking about how I needed to get sleep because if I'm tired and run down, then my body will be susceptible to illness and I couldn't be sick for my little girl!
I just kept praying, dear Lord.. please let me sleep. If I don't sleep I know I'll get sick, my milk supply will run out.. and then Presley will get even more sick because she will not have the extra line of defense from her mother's milk. Come on God, knock me out.
I wonder what God was thinking during my little freak out episode. Chill out lady, I've got it covered. Have a little faith, would ya? I've healed a lot sicker peeps.. remember that dude with leprosy in the Bible? He was fine. Trust me.
I did end up going to sleep. I tried to think about something totally brainless.. I actually started thinking about that wack-job governor from Illinois and that did the trick. I think I was out in about 30 seconds.
This morning when I woke up, I was not quite as dramatic. I knew that Presley needed to get to the doctor. But I did realize it wasn't life or death. She wasn't gasping for air or anything. I did, however, force myself to drink an entire quart of Mother's Milk tea in about 20 minutes. Gag. Needless to say, I've been running to the bathroom quite a bit today.
Presley's on her first anti-biotic now. She's had some Tylenol. I'll think we'll make it through this one. But how I will ever survive the next 21 years with three children is beyond me. God, get ready.
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