In a recent post, I made a statement somewhere along the lines of:
"I never ask the question 'why?' because I find it to be a very unproductive question."
Apparently there is a threshold for everything.
Sometime around 1:00 a.m. this morning, Megan crawled into bed with me. That is not entirely unusual for her, but I realized within a few minutes tht she was shaking all over. I rolled over to cover her up, thinking she was cold, but found that she was already under all the covers.
I said, "Meggie, why are you shaking?"
She respoinded, "Because it hurts so much."
"My hip. It hurts really, really bad."
It was her left hip and as time went on, she shook worse and worse. I gave her some Milk of Magnesia, thinking that she may be constipated or have some trapped gas, and some ibuprofen for the pain. I waited a few more minutes and when it still wasn't getting better, I called the on-call physician. She was perplexed, but felt I needed to take her to the ER.
So off we went, me and my little used-to-never-be-sick girl, to the ER in South Bend, as the doctor put it, "in case they need a pediatrics unit in the event she needs surgery."
Truly, I don't handle these things as well as I used to. Last night, we were spending some time with some very dear friends from Georgia who are in town visiting with their daughter, and during our visit, Clara slammed her thumb in the front door.
Logical Jeannie would say, "Oh, no. Poor baby...she slammed her finger."
Very tired and 'had enough' Jeannie thought, "Just GREAT! One more thing."
Of course I loved on her and took care of her thumb, but I also collapsed on the couch and wanted to just give up.
Y'all, I am T-I-R-E-D.
In light of this, you can imagine my frame of mind as I drove to the ER in the middle of the night. I began to ask, "Why?"
"Is there something I need to be learning that I am missing?"
"Is this payback for something?"
"Is there something I should be doing that I am not doing?"
...and the list went on.
For the most part, they were all very valid questions....I am just not sure my heart was in the right place.
As it turns out, Megan has a UTI (at least that is the assumption until her labs come back) and she is on another antibiotic. As far as that goes, she just got off of an antibiotic...shouldn't that have given her some protection?
Anyway, she is much better today, and I am tired. We got home at 6:00 a.m., and while Megan was able to sleep until 1:00 this afternoon, Clara woke me up at 9:00 to fix her breakfast. After all, she was not in the ER all night and her little belly was ready for some breakfast! Somehow, I am making it through the day on three hours sleep, and praying this will all end SOON!
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