This awful sickness still has MG in its throes. After 5 days of normal health (and for the most part, behavior), she woke up on Wednesday morning with another stomach ache and vomiting. I can not believe this.
Thursday morning I took her into her pediatrician and came prepared with the lab results we’d had completed just a few days prior. Nothing suspicious turned up as far as bacteria and/or parasites. She seems to think it is still just a virus, taking its time working its way out. (I’m not convinced, I have another theory, but it remains to be seen).
On Thursday she had awoken without pain and seemed hungry and normal. It was nice to have my happy girl back, even if it was just for a day. She kept asking me, “are we going to the doctor for ME??!” Yes, for you. “Thanks.”
And then early this morning she woke up to more vomiting and other symptoms.
I pleaded with N to take her into the ER, sure that my theory was correct and that she needed to get started on antibiotics. But the ER doc shot my theory down based on his personal experience and recommended a continued “wait and see” approach along with another lab work-up.
I just can’t get over how long this has lasted (three full weeks), how draining it is (emotionally & physically), and how helpless I feel (I constantly rack my brain trying to come up with a solution or at least figure out what it is or what caused it).
I am so tired of trying to keep the girls quarantined, of the mountains of laundry, of scrubbing my hands raw, and of trying to come up with palatable meals that don’t involve lactose, red meat, raw vegetables, or fruit. I’m tired of over-analyzing every rumble in my stomach, being home-bound (I miss just doing normal stuff!), being on a consistent schedule, hearing MG play dress-up and use her imagination.
I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. (can you tell I’m feeling a little sorry for myself!?) Please, please, let this be the end of it.