May started out with a bout of sickness which worked its way through our kiddos until it landed Lydia with a stay at "hotel PCMC". There were various combinations of throwing up, diarrhea and fevers running through the crew. Lyds ended up with a bad case of diarrhea and some occasional vomitting. As a result she became quite dehydrated and her blood sugar levels plummeted. She was admitted the Wed. before Mother's Day and made for a very happy Mother's Day by being released that day. She was diagnosed with Rotovirus, which almost everyone gets at some time, but her little immunosuppressed body wasn't ready to fight it on it's own yet. Gratefully we had Dr. Book and Corinne and all the medical workers who were on top of things to help her get her better quickly. Most especially, we are grateful that Heavenly Father has blessed her with so much good health and healing.
It was a relatively happy stay for Lyds as she quickly got feeling better with the I.V. fluids. She enjoyed crusin' the halls of the IMCU in the little red car, playing in the play room and watching Barney. I, on the other hand, didn't cope so well as I cried with her while she was getting her second I.V.. Her blood draw before she was admitted had been torturous because it was hard to get enough blood with her being so dehydrated. Then, to have two I.V.'s and numerous fingerpokes to check blood sugar levels did me in. Not that she hasn't had much worse, because she certainly has, but my anxiety skyrocketed again not knowing how long she would be there and how much more she would have to hurt. I get so tired of her hurting and hearing her plead through her tears for "no more owies". At least now she is able to well enough to cry hard and old enough to voice that she doesn't want any more. It was much harder to see her too sick to care and too young to tell us her feelings. O.k., my pity-party is done(at least until she hurts again).
