Hi everyone,
Hi from the other side of the insanity that has been our week. Let me break it down for you.
Friday I came back home from Girl's Ministry camp. We had a rocky first part of the week but it got much better and we finished the week with a great time!
It seems like just as soon as I got home and other people's kids were no longer in my care, I became instantly SICK! We were thinking strep throat. So knowing that my hubby was going to be leaving for Cuba I decided it would be best to get myself in to see the doctor and jump on top of whatever was going on. So that afternoon while the babies napped I went to the doctor.
I was feeling so awful. Throat hurting, head hurting, coughing and lots of extra yuck packed in my head. I napped in the room while waiting on the doctor. My strep test came back negative but the doctor said my throat looked so bad he was going to treat me for strep anyway. I got a shot in the hip and was prescribed an antibiotic and cough syrup. I left the doctor and went straight to pharmacy. Left with just my antibiotic as my cough syrup wasn't covered and was said to be $38 and I felt I could hack it without it. Pardon the bad pun. Doc said shot and antibiotics would likely make me feel much better within 24 hours.
I got home and spent the evening resting as much as possible. Woke up still not well so my sweet hubby took both boys to their cousins' birthday party and left me at home to rest. I laid in my bed for 4 hours and was able to feel well enough to help my husband pack his suitcase for his trip before bed.
Sunday morning rolled around and I was feeling poorly again but had much to do at church so we went to church. I felt okay. Sunday afternoon I napped with the boys and woke up feeling terrible again. Neither my hubby nor I slept well that night (him out of fear he would over sleep and miss his plane and me from coughing and being miserable).
Hubby left around 4:30am Monday morning and I had such big plans to spend the day potty training the boys. When I woke up again around 7:30am I was feeling worse that ever. I took a hot shower to try to ease my headache and then I realized that I had whelps on the backs of my legs. I spent the morning on the couch with chills while the boys played around me. I called my mother in law who thought I might be having an allergic reaction to the medicine and told me to call the doctor. I was told to stop the antibiotics and try to get back in to the doctor to get another.
I decided to get my expensive prescription cough syrup instead since the cough was the thing that was bothering me the most. My chest and stomach muscles were hurting from the cough at that point. I did not feel that the antibiotics were helping so I was not overly concerned with getting more. I mustered up the energy to load up the boys and drive just down the street to the pharmacy (Praise God it has a drive thru). I was then told that the cough syrup would be $49 instead of $38 but at that point I was too sick to care and just told them to let me have it. We waited a good 20 to 25 minutes for it, but I was so thankful we just had to sit in the van!!
When we got home my sweet boys wanted to play on the porch but mama just wanted to get the cough syrup down and get us all down for a nap. I was pooped. It took some effort to get them inside and as soon as I got them both in I closed the front door. As I was closing the door I realized that Easton was standing in the corner behind it and this look began to move across his face. I felt like we were moving in slow motion. Yep, mama closed his poor little finger in the door before she realized what was happening. We both began to cry. For Daddy.
I had no idea if his little finger was broken or not but that baby was sure crying like it was. I picked him up went and got "icy bear" from the freezer and again picked up the phone to call my mother in law. She happens to be the closest and works in the health field and I am thankful. We decided that we didn't feel it was broken so I waited a little longer before I put them down for nap just to make sure he was alright. We then all napped very well. I fully expected to wake up feeling better and be on the mend.
I'd like to say that was the case but it was not. I woke up feeling a heaviness in my chest and shortness of breath and the backs of my legs were really itching on top of the coughing and headache and NO ENERGY. I laid on the couch for a bit with more chills and then I called in some further reinforcements. I called YaYa and PawPaw Bart as the boys had pulled on the mantle and I felt it was dangerous and I also needed some benedryl for the rash on the backs of my legs. I mustered up all my strength and made dinner and fed us all before they arrived. Once they arrived I drank some gingerale and gatorade they brought and let them attend to the kids for a minute and fix the mantle. Before they left the kids were in their jammies and the mantle was once again safe. The kids had some real interaction for the first time all day and we were ready to go to bed. This mama was beyond grateful for the help.
This time I really did expect to wake up feeling all better and I did...for just a bit. I woke up before the boys, got a nice long shower, sat out on the front porch in the cool of the day and read my bible and prayed. I thought, "this is going to be such a better day." I was wrong. Very wrong. I got the boys up and we all went out to eat pop tarts on the porch because it was nice and cool out and those sweet boys had not been outside very much the day before.
While we were outside enjoying the breeze it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was SICK SICK SICK. I was dizzy, lightheaded and felt awful again. I began to have shortness of breath and thought well lets get us all inside so I can lay down. So back inside we went. Poor boys. Mama turned on the TV and laid down. Praise God for the TV! After about half an hour I began to feel nauseous and ran for the bathroom. Where I stayed for the next little while. I did not try to stop it. I just wanted to get out everything that needed to come out. It was then that I realized the cough syrup was red and remembered that I have a red dye allergy. So I felt if I could just get it all out it would pass.
I spent most of the morning in my bed getting up often to check on my boys. They were being absolute angels! Playing and watching TV and being so very good. I was beyond grateful.
By 11:00am I realized that whatever was going on was not going away. I could barely stay standing and I just did not feel right and I wondered if something was going on with my blood pressure. I called my mother in law and told her I needed help. I knew at that point I could not drive and I truly needed some help. She told me my father in law was on the way to get me and to call the doctor and tell them I was coming. The doctor was out and they were trying to work me in with another when my mother in law called me back and said she had called the office herself and got me an appointment. She said she would meet me there. So all I had to do was wait. I did not even move from the kitchen table.
I was on the phone with my wonderful pastor's wife sitting at the table when my littlest walked by covered from head to toe in soot. Those sweet boys had played well all day and then right when help was coming they decided to get into the fireplace. I did not realize a small charred log still resided in there. It was all over my children, my new rug and the hearth. I was in shock at that point.
My friend prayed for me over the phone and by that prayer only did I manage to get up and begin to clean up the mess. I was in G's room wrestling with him to get him clean and his diaper changed when my father in law arrived. I cried and let him take over.
He took me to the doctor where it was confirmed that I had two separate allergic reactions. I had hives, shortness of breath, and fluctuation of blood pressure from the antibiotic. I was vomiting from the red dye in the cough syrup. I got another shot in the hip and was sent home with my in laws due to the drops in my blood pressure. I could not drive nor did I need to be left alone until it was all under control. I was told that if I did not feel better the next day that I would need more steroids.
I went to my in laws and napped and they took very good care of me and the boys. Thankfully I woke up the next morning feeling so much better. However my boys woke up running fever and were both very snotty.
We came home and I cleaned the house immediately. It was so gross from mama not being functional. I then anointed each room (using coconut oil because I didn't have anything else) and prayed over the whole house. As I was finishing up my prayer and rebuking sickness and the enemy, my incredible three year old says, loud and proud, "AMEN."
What a week. This certainly is not what I had planned but I will tell you this, the enemy will not win. He will not get my joy or my peace. I know that this was designed to ruin our week and cause me to be weak and be afraid of my husband being gone. But I tell you, no way, nope that will not happen. My husband is being the hands and feet of Jesus in Cuba and me and the boys are just fine. God has us and we are having a rough start to our week but we are just fine. I believe that God is right here with us and He is healing us and He reigns in our home. I believe big big things are happening in Cuba whether the team realizes it or not.
Father in the name of Jesus I declare that we belong to you and that we trust you. This home belongs to you and we belong to you. I believe that you have us and that we are just fine. I believe that the Cuba team is just fine. I know that you are still good and faithful. I know that all is well. I believe that we are reaching the end of this sickness and from this point on we will be well and have a great week! In Jesus name. AMEN.
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