We used to revel in the "new perfect" that was our life. Raising a beautiful girl with multiple special needs showed us that "perfect" is all in our minds. Emily's life was perfect. It was happy, it was brilliant. She was social, outgoing, silly, and ticklish. Now we are learning to get through life without our "Perfect Peanut" in it. This is most certainly NOT a new kind of perfect.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
And worse yet this morning
Ugh. The neuro is supposed to call me this morning. She still has no sores on her lips or anything weird with her eyes, but the rash is definately worse again this morning! I wonder if it's not related to the Lamictal, but is something else?? I will ask him when he calls this morning. I surely can't take her to school looking like this. She has a renal ultrasound scheduled for the morning, I imagine they will freak if I bring her in looking like this!
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3 comments:
Poor sweet girl, hoping for some relief and answers very soon.
Poor thing, sure hope the neuro has some answers
Ugh, it may be something else. A trip to the pediatrician may be in order to get a closer look and figure it out.
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