I started to write this blog several times now. I tried to find the right words to tell my story of today in a riveting, memorable manner.
I don’t have the energy or brain to do that tonight.
This week, my two-year-old daughter fell ill for the first time in her blessed life. The fact it took so long is amazing!
Charlotte is pretty awesome. She’s a “go big or go home” kind of toddler, so when she finally fell ill, she fell REALLY ill.
Without going into details, Charli was vomiting and filling diapers. We couldn’t get her to stop, and she wouldn’t eat or drink.
On top of that mess, HOS is out of town for a bachelor party.
After an awful night with little sleep and lots of showers, laundry and scrubbing, I finally reached freak out mode. To be fair, she has never been sick before… And there is something devastating about failing to make my Charli feel better. She looks up at me with big, blue eyes that beg me to help her and I have nothing to offer aside from hugs and kisses to wipe away her tears.
After the second round of vomit, and zero wet diapers, I took
Charlotte to express care which sent us to the ER for dehydration.
Emergency Rooms should be equipped with therapists or preachers or lots and lots of chocolate.
I held my baby as she screamed louder and longer than I ever thought possible. I helped hold her down, and I kissed her tears while they used a catheter to extract a urine sample. I held her down and whispered apologies in her ears when she looked up at me, pleadingly, screaming for me to help her. They blew out the vein on her right arm and then inserted the IV on the left arm. They pumped her full of fluids.
I think I needed a therapist, preacher AND chocolate by the end of the experience. I would have fallen apart if my sister hadn’t spent her whole day with me.
It took five hours, but we were released to go home. We are cuddling in bed. I’m still hovering. My nerves are shot, and I need food and sleep. All I want is to hold my daughter, kiss her sweet cheeks and thank God for the doctors.
Today, I learned not to give a sick toddler milk… Even when she is begging. I also learned our carpet is no match for a sick toddler.
Most importantly, I learned that there is nothing more blessed than a healthy child.