Chantel’s rough week
Good Evening. Happy Sabbath,
It has been an eventful week. I went to my parents house again for a few days, so that they could help me again with the kids while Sharmi was on steroids. Monday night was a very bad night. Sharmi barely slept. I think it was probably her worst night of sleep ever, excluding hospital stays. She fell asleep fairly easily but then when I was nursing sister to sleep an hour later she was clearly awake . It was weird because she didn’t sit up and talk with us, but she held sisters hand, rolled over and hugged her and just tossed and turned. I dozed off and was woken up by her scratching. She scratched and scratched for hours. She was quiet most of the time with eyes shut but she scratched and scratched, toes, legs, arms, back, head…. A lot of times I couldn’t even count a full second between scratching. I gave her some Tylenol with codeine, but it didn’t seem to help. The other strange thing was that she kept wanting me to change her diaper. I changed it four times. She would ask, “mommy my diaper is soggy, will you change it.” The next day we noticed that she had a few little tiny bumps on her that she said hurt. We put some lotion on them, and she hasn’t complained much since.
The bad news is that Chantel seems to have it even worse. It wasn’t until Tuesday morning that we realized that she was having troubles also. She had been rubbing her eyes the night before but we just thought she was tired. However, Tuesday morning she was digging at her eyes so much that she was cutting her eye lids with her finger nails. Her face the was primary place that showed rash and redness and I have been putting vitamin E lotion on it and I thought it was getting better. But, tonight she has bumps and rash patches all over her back and stomach with a few on her head and legs. The poor girl is just miserable. She doesn’t scratch at anything other than her eyes, but I am wondering if it is just because she doesn’t know how. Please pray that she will feel better soon. (As I have been sitting here typing, I have been itching like crazy. I hope it is just psychological.)
Other than Chantels itching she is doing well. She is growing like a weed. I weighted her last week and she was 20 pounds. It is a good thing that they start little so that we can build up our muscles. It cracks me up when men are holding her and complain that their back aches and are not able to carry her anymore. I want to say, “try adding another 30 pounds on the other hip and haul that around all day.”
We finally squeezed in some fun stuff. Last week with the help of grandma and grandpa we made molds and statues of Chantels hands and feet. She has grown so much already that I wanted to capture a little bit of memories before she outgrew me. We put her in one of my dads old t-shirts. It was soo cute. Sharmi woke up about half way through the process and she was very concerned that I was hurting her sister.
Chantel is also getting pretty good at sitting. I am hoping she can sit by the time we go to the Bahama’s. She will be able to enjoy watching and being a part of activities more if she can sit, not to mention she is going to start on food soon.
She is ready. She is always grabbing at my plate, and I have spilt my water on myself more than once because she grabs at it. Last week I did let her drink out of my glass. She loved it!
Tonight Sharmi was complaining about taking her meds. She is really sick of it and trys to run away sometimes. I think it is mostly a game and trying to be in control. When she knows it is coming she says, “I am going to run away.” However when she does actually take it, she takes them like a champ. We don’t grind them anymore. We just set the pill on a spoon of yogurt or salad dressing and down they go. I saw Dean give her four pills at once last week. I couldn’t believe it. She swallowed them just fine. Her taste buds are so warped now, by all the meds, that she will even chew them sometimes. We have to remind her to just swallow them. Tonight we told her again that we were so sorry that she had to take them and that someday it would be all over. I told her it would still be a long time. It would be when she is four. She responded, “Then Jesus will tell me no more medicine. No more tears.” That hit may heart so heavy. I hope so deeply that it will be true. I am ready to watch him wipe the tears from her eyes. ……………….. and I am ready for him to heal my broken heart.