Patience is a virtue BUT...
When you find out you are going to be a "mother", instead of prenatal vitamins, they should give you "patience" in pill form. Something to get you over the jitters and worries!
Why is it that your child can seem perfectly okay Mon-Thurs, but good grief - Friday at 3PM all Hell can break loose. You KNOW you are not going to catch your doctor before they bolt out the door to begin their carefree weekend.... do docs have traumas in their families... probably... but I just am too frazzled to work up a pity party for anyone else right now!
Scott has battled bronchitis for almost 3 weeks. He started out with a raspy voice - which developed into a cough- not just a hack-hack cough - it is a never ending HACK HACK HACK cough! It makes you want to clear your throat on the off chance it might help him cough it up! (He never does.)
We have exhausted 10 days of Leviquin, 5 days of Zithromax, now after a nerve wracking call to the doc on Friday afternoon, we are starting prednisone, and some type of cough pill. This is being added to the nebulizer treatments we are doing every 4 hours.
Back to the patience thing... I have run out! After almost 42 years of parenting I find it very difficult to sit here and wait for healing. I want to see him relax and I want the sounds of silence. I want the coughing and wheezing to stop! I walk the line between medical science and faith as I poke in a pill and turn on a noisy machine to force medicated mist into
Scott's face, all the while saying a desperate prayer for God to please help Scott. Please strengthen and help him to heal.
I guess I sort of want an old time revival healing where the visiting preacher would bring some ailing person to the front- demand the demons to leave - slap the ailing sinner on the head and send them out the door - healed! yeah!
It is Friday night and you see I am kind of in a hurry for this healing thing to happen as I am under the time gun- Monday - August 24 is Scott's birthday. That is a pretty big deal in this house. We have a party to attend at 11 AM Monday. There is to be pizza and cake! Scott has talked of nothing else for months!!! He just has to get better and this tired (and scared) mom, would prefer "sooner " than "later".
Why is it that your child can seem perfectly okay Mon-Thurs, but good grief - Friday at 3PM all Hell can break loose. You KNOW you are not going to catch your doctor before they bolt out the door to begin their carefree weekend.... do docs have traumas in their families... probably... but I just am too frazzled to work up a pity party for anyone else right now!
Scott has battled bronchitis for almost 3 weeks. He started out with a raspy voice - which developed into a cough- not just a hack-hack cough - it is a never ending HACK HACK HACK cough! It makes you want to clear your throat on the off chance it might help him cough it up! (He never does.)
We have exhausted 10 days of Leviquin, 5 days of Zithromax, now after a nerve wracking call to the doc on Friday afternoon, we are starting prednisone, and some type of cough pill. This is being added to the nebulizer treatments we are doing every 4 hours.
Back to the patience thing... I have run out! After almost 42 years of parenting I find it very difficult to sit here and wait for healing. I want to see him relax and I want the sounds of silence. I want the coughing and wheezing to stop! I walk the line between medical science and faith as I poke in a pill and turn on a noisy machine to force medicated mist into
Scott's face, all the while saying a desperate prayer for God to please help Scott. Please strengthen and help him to heal.
I guess I sort of want an old time revival healing where the visiting preacher would bring some ailing person to the front- demand the demons to leave - slap the ailing sinner on the head and send them out the door - healed! yeah!
It is Friday night and you see I am kind of in a hurry for this healing thing to happen as I am under the time gun- Monday - August 24 is Scott's birthday. That is a pretty big deal in this house. We have a party to attend at 11 AM Monday. There is to be pizza and cake! Scott has talked of nothing else for months!!! He just has to get better and this tired (and scared) mom, would prefer "sooner " than "later".
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