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.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Peanut is sick
She came home a bit stuffy yesterday. This morning she was a bit worse, so I gave her cold meds and sent her off to school. They called me later on to come pick her up. She is SO sick. She is congested and dripping, gurgly, and hoarse. She is just plain miserable. Illness sets off her seizures, so I'm nervous. She has an appointment in the morning with urology, her Mitrofanoff looks like it has a hernia. Hopefully she feels better in the morning. A sick Peanut is a miserable, crying, flailing Monkey.
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Sending lots of prayers! I hope she feels a lot better in the morning.
Feel better soon peanut! We will be praying!
Praying she feels better quickly
Ugh, it never ends! I'm feeling a bit stuffy so I'm nervous about Jax getting it. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed. Feel better soon!
Poor Peanut!!! Praying she gets better soon! Love, Hugs and Prayers!!!
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