She is so lethargic. She doesn't really respond to her name. 
She snoozes on and off. She is hot in her Momma's lap. Mom can feel the heat through her blue jeans.
She still looks like her Daddy's mini-me.
The doctor comes in. He says her ears are fine. Her chest is fine.
Since we don't know the source of the fever, we'll do some blood work and give her some fluids.
The nurse comes in. Momma and a nurse hold the babe down.
She cries. Momma cries. Daddy thinks about crying.
She doesn't like the pretty nurses anymore. And she's not so sure about Momma and Daddy.
They didn't save the girl.
She is so tired of this.
Momma too.
Daddy too.
Momma's telephone too, it is running out of juice from all the texting.
Still praying. In my head, I know she will be okay, it is probably just a virus.
But also in my head, I know: The Lord gives and he takes away and He is good all the time.
As my dear friend said this morning "It is hard to hold them with an open hand."
She gets a fluid iv. She perks up when she is awake.
She lets her Daddy know she still knows his name.
She tries to tug at her iv tubes.
Doctor comes back. Her white count is up, so she gets an antibiotic iv.
If she keeps getting better, we can go home after the antibiotic.
Praise the Lord, we're ready.
She keeps getting better. We go home. It is late.
She goes straight to sleep. She wakes up with a fever again, but not quite so high.
She gets a midnight cocktail of pedialyte and tylenol. And rocking with Momma helps too.
She wakes and stirs and mini-fusses several times. Momma prays some more and more for the girl to just feel better and for the enemy to just leave us alone. That God has already won these hearts, so just go away.
We wake up late for us, 6:30. She is not a slug anymore. 
Just enough to put her to sleep again, but she fought it.
After a short morning nap, she is up again.
She is hungry and pedialyte isn't hitting the spot.
How about Cheerios?
Her eyes question: "Mom, are you sure? Will they hurt this tummy?"
Her tummy answers her questions.
Eating them from Momma's hand is not enough. She needs the bowl.
She is so happy to have the bowl, to eat the cheerios 46 at a time, to throw them on the floor, to cock that big toe up...And Momma is so happy her personality is back.
We talked to the pediatrician. She says Rebekah's bloodwork came back fine, to just observe her, and if her fever spikes again to let them know.
The sweet girl is napping now.
Thank you for your concern and prayers and love.
Love, us
5 comments:
Everyone at my house (Ty, Bryan, and me) all agree that the pics with the IV are the saddest ever and we pouted together, and I got a few tears cuz girl I know it must have been ROUGH!
Love you glad you don't smell anymore
I'm so glad she's feeling better!! She looked pitiful! It made me tear up!! I'm glad she's back to her happy self again!! Tell little miss that it's not nice to scare us all like that!
Wow, I know that had to have been scary. So glad everything is okay and that sweet girl is doing better.
What a sweet post. I'm so glad that RG is so much better. I hope that you had fun with her on your "day off." What a blessing that she was able to smile with you the next morning.
Oh I love her so much! I am glad it is over. The pictures are great even though she is sad.
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