I know that things could be worse, and I try so hard to remember this is just today...tomorrow is a new (and hopefully a better) day. Catherine is really feeling miserable. Her fever spiked at one point to 102.8, but we got it back down with Tylenol. I already know that she is going to be home tomorrow, and I've already looked into locating an urgent care (we have trouble finding a doctor who will take the kids' insurance) in case things don't go well. And trust me when I tell you that I seriously doubt that I will sleep well...I suspect I will constantly be checking her temp. And Thomas...ugh! I'm torn between being absolutely terrified that something is seriously wrong and being ready to wring his neck because I'm beginning to wonder if he's causing himself to throw up subconsciously. That sounds ridiculous, but as long as he is eating things he likes, everything is fine. Have him take something he doesn't like, and he runs to vomit. I am praying so hard that he just wakes up tomorrow and everything is fine.
I called my mom to vent to her, which I felt awful doing, but I just needed to vent. She herself is feeling pretty lousy. I hate, hate, HATE that I can't go up and help take care of her because not only do I need to take care of my kids, but I can't take any chances on taking germs to her. I am heartbroken beyond words that she is suffering this way and I can't do anything. I got off the phone with her and tears welled up in my eyes, but I don't want to cry. That certainly isn't going to accomplish anything or do anyone any good. I'm just feeling a little pushed to the brink right now, and as I said earlier, praying that tomorrow is a new and better day!
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