Wendy began getting fussy one day last week. She was chewing on her hands, running a low grade fever, not sleeping as well, you know, just the usual signs of a teething baby. I never thought that within a weeks time she'd have double ear infections, punctured ear drums, and a horrible yeast infection. I feel guilty for not catching the signs sooner. Maybe if I had, her ears wouldn't have gotten so bad. Regardless of whether I could have prevented some of the damage, it's here now and I'm having to deal with it.
One of the hardest tings about being a mother is when your child is sick or hurting and you can't do anything to fix it. Wendy looks at me with these eyes that are clearly screaming "mum mum, I'm in pain and I don't understand why". I just hug her tight, tell her I love her and that mum mum is doing everything she can to make Buggy feel better.
Speaking of making Buggy feel better, Wendy got 3 more prescriptions today (on top of her Prevacid, Bethanechol, Claritin, and poly-vi-sol, plus the ibuprofen and tylenol that I'm alternating, and her Hyland's teething tablets, which are all natural). For the ear infection, Wendy has an oral antibiotic that has to be given once a day, but must be given 2 hours before or after her antacid and vitamins. She also has antibiotic drops to put in her ear twice a day. Her final new medication is Diflucan, an anti-yeast medication, that she is taking 2 times a day for 3 days because she already is just getting over a yeast infection and taking so many antibiotics will just create more yeast.
Even with all this going on, I can't even feel bad for myself. One reason being that I love Wendy so incredibly much that I would do anything for her, no complaints. The second reason is because my poor momma is sitting for the umpteenth time at the hospital with my grammy, who is in ICU at Emory. Grammy has been up and down and my momma has been steadfast and always there.
Everyone, I'm going to ask you to pray. Pray for healing for Wendy, strength and patience for me. And please, pray for my grammy. She's going through a lot of surgical procedures and pray that God leads those doctors hands. Lastly, I wam you to pray for my momma. She's my rock and I've always been able to count on her, but she takes care of everyone but herself. So pray for stregnth to care for grammy, the emotional ability to handle it all, and for her to be at peace, no matter what happens.
Momma, if you read this, know that I love you and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not able to help more. I'm sorry I don't spend much time with you anymore. I'm sorry you're stuck at Emory by yourself. My heart aches for you because I know I can't come take your place. All I can do is stay here, and get your sweet grandbaby well and send my love and encouragment. You are truly an amazing daughter and if the time ever comes, I hope I can be just as great. I love you Momma. Stay strong and hang in there and know that if there is anything I can do here, please please let me know!