Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Being a mother is the hardest job on earth

My youngest son, Connor age 11, has gone to war with what I thought was the flu. He began feeling yucky Sunday afternoon, and tonight he is still running a temperature, coughing, and just plain dreadful feeling. This illness my son has contracted has become my personal vendetta. I have armed myself with fever reducers, mucus destroyers, allergy meds, and any and every fluid (water, juice, ginger ale) on the market. Over the past three days I questioned myself about being an OTC pusher, but I keep reminding myself that this is a war against the sickness that has invaded my son’s body. I called the doctor yesterday, but he seemed to be pulling out of it. The doctor’s advice, “Keep doing what you are doing and if he doesn’t seem to be any better within 24 hours call me back.” Connor appeared at my bedside at 5 a.m., “Momma, I feel hot.” YES! He was on fire, to put it mildly. His temperature was 104.4, and his dad activated the OMG – It is time to panic, wake the house, and scare the holy crap out of the 11 year old with the high fever alarm. No one goes back to sleep after one of these panic alarms goes off. I then took on the role of calming the house hold down, medicating my child, medicating my husband, reassuring WEWE dog (our Carine Terrier), who thought we were in the midst of some sort of home invasion, which in one aspect we were. David, my husband, forgets that I have already been through this twice with both Luke and Andrew. Luke, being my healthiest child, has by far been the easiest to care for medically. Andrew, on the other hand, had been the toughest. Five years ago when Andrew was 16, he complained several days in a row of not feeling well. He would come home from basketball practice and go straight to be. I woke up the following Sunday morning to get everyone up and ready for church. When Andrew opened his eyes to look at me, I immediately became alarmed. A mother’s intuition if you will, but I knew something terrible was wrong. I instantly checked his temperature which registered at 105.5. Getting him up, into the car, and to the hospital, 20 miles away, felt like an eternity. I prayed so very hard that day. The hospital took him back simultaneously with our arrival. His fever was the same, 105.5, but his blood pressure was 63/52 (or something very low). This was my OMG – panic mode. I honestly thought I was losing my 16 year old child, but I wasn’t and didn’t. Andrew had contracted two types of mononucleosis. The blood pressure was part of his body’s defense to such a high fever. It took months for Andrew to seem normal again. When Andrew turned 17, he had his first seizure. It was early in the morning when I went into his room to get him up for school. He stood up out of bed and fell backward and went into seizure activity. This has to be one of the scariest things a parent can witness. I am proud to say that his seizures completely under control now. He was not diagnosed with Epilepsy. He was diagnosed with growing too quickly. His body frame had grown into a 6 foot tall man, but his nervous system had not caught up. Finally, about one year ago Andrew was diagnosed with type one diabetes. May I say that this is a life altering disease for the patient and the patient’s family? One thing I vividly remember was his brother, Lucas, crying like a baby when I gave him the news about Andrew. God is in complete control! We cry, scream, curse, kick, and then ask why him and not me. I begged God to take Andrew’s diabetes away and give it to me. Guess what? God doesn’t bargain either. So as I lay here tonight gleaming at my sick Connor, I know things will change soon and we will get back to normal. After all of our ups and downs with Andrew, we always seem to pass go and eventually end up at normal. Normalcy is underrated, a quote in my book Eyes of the Washington Monument from the main character Jacky Dandridge. So my prayer tonight is: Now I lay me down to sleep and pray to my Lord my soul he will keep; but if I shall pass before morning begins, please lead my family to normalcy again. Good night All! S. G.

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