I haven't been blogging because I've been exhausted and crabby and you wouldn't want to read what's going on in my head ;)
We've gone 24 hours without any vomiting! Can I get a woot woot?! And we all slept in our own beds last night night. I've slept in my bed 2 nights out of the last 11. The couch may have permanent imprints of mine and X's bodies. The puke buckets are strategically placed around the house again. Which to be honest, stinks.
Yesterday was a cranky and tiring day for me. I went to pick up a prescription for X I had called in and when I got there I was told they were out of the med and wouldn't have it until Monday. (They couldn't call?). I was so tired and c r a b b y it took all my strength and prayer not to flip out in the store ( not that I am prone to flipping out, but you know how you can be so tired and just feel crazy?). The boys and I had to go home to call another pharmacy to transfer the prescription (although this pharmacy assured me I wouldn't find it anywhere else)
As I was leaving the store I ran into a friend who gave me a much needed hug and it was exactly what I needed. Isn't it amazing how a simple hug can make such a big difference?
It turned out the other pharmacy could compound X's med, however they said the med had lactose in it, but we had used it in Feb. I wasn't completely comfortable with it, but said we would try it and see how he did. When I picked it up later that night, there was a note on the prescription saying they used a different brand, called the manufacturer and made sure there was no lactose in it. All without me asking. I almost cried. If you don't have a child with severe food allergies, this may not seem like a huge deal, but for us it is.
Today I received an encouraging text out of the blue from a friend. It was exactly what I needed. X's temper has been extremely explosive and he is very volatile and has been since Thanksgiving. There is no warning. He can go from playing happily to all out screaming at the top of his lungs, crying, flailing, etc... This is from lack of calories and nutrition and frustration from throwing up as well as disrupted sleep. It is basically a nightmare. My parenting skills have been less than stellar and patience has been running thin the last couple days. The text came at a moment when I was feeling exceptionally low about everything.
Earlier in the week, while I was on the couch with X at about 2 in the morning, I was feeling sad and lonely and praying about it, when our dog pulled his bed out of his kennel, placed it on the floor next to me and curled up. I love our dog.
Even though things have been hard again, I am extremely thankful for these little things that make a huge difference. I am still looking forward to the day X is done puking and we are sleeping through the night again
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