Hospital
Gabby spent most of her weekend in the hospital....Which, by default, means so did I. She woke up that morning extremely swollen all over and I spent the next couple hours playing phone tag with her urologist, nephrologist, and cardiologist, and we all came to the conclusion that she needed to go in. We did, they admitted her based on her physical symptoms and health history. They did blood work, urine screening, and everything came back absolutely normal. Even her TSH levels, which we have battled for some time now, were finally perfect. They weren't able to figure out what was wrong, but, she had so much energy, that they let us go yesterday afternoon....And upon waking up today, you'd never be able to tell that she was so puffed up over the weekend.
Sweetie
Weekends are usually the boyfriend and I's time, but this one went crazy because of Gabby. My Mom took the boys and Kyle stayed with me as much as he could, which was so damn sweet!! At one point, when we were still in the ER Saturday, I'd left to go to the restroom and came back to him playing with a magna-doodle with Gabby. He was drawing her a flower...it kinda melted me. And next weekend, he's got to work a banquet, so he's got today and friday off this week instead of saturday sunday. Makes me one hell of a sad panda. He's got a job interview today (welding, his love) and I'm really stoked about that...He dreads going to work so bad as it is right now, I would love for him to not dread going to work. And he LOVES welding, especially aluminum, which is this place's specialty. The set schedule would be nice, too. lol Friday he's going to go back to the town he grew up in...It's almost two hours south of here. His brother's in the military and got stationed at McConnell (In Wichita...about an hour north of where they grew up) and he leaves the 18th for his new duty station in Minnesota I think? So that means is going to be a (very, very, very long...) two weeks until I get to see him again. Dreading it SO fucking bad.
Can I go back to bed now?
I'm so tired....Got about 3 hours of sleep last night when it came down to it. Yuck. Tired tired tired, and the kids aren't helping. I'm curled up in my little corner of the couch with a blanket and the laptop...they're munching on breakfast and I'm drinking Mt. Dew, yum, breakfast of champions. Or maybe my antibiotics were breakfast, since they were the solids. Whatever, either way, I'm not consuming "real" food this morning, I can't stand even the thought!
This is the Week!
This week, Gabby should be starting Tev-Tropin. 6 days a week, injections of HgH via a T-Jet pen. I'm really dreading it. It will replace the HgH her body is supposed to make naturally (and doesn't) and I definetely do see the need for it - she's almost 3 and the size of a typical 1 year old - but....I'm really dreading it. I hate the idea of poking her. Poor kid goes through SO much just to have a semi-normal life. Shit like this puts me right back to almost feeling selfish for fighting so hard to keep her alive when she was giving up. I'm so glad we did, SO glad...but I do get really, really sad for her, too. No kid should go through 90% of the shit she has....at any point in their lives...much less before they're 3. Hell, she'd been through more in her first month then most people do in a year. She's an incredibly strong, brave child, but holy shit.
 
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