Thank you for all of the prayers for Julia. They have been carrying us through. Neither of us knew how hard it would be afterwards. So many things seem scary now. Helping her to wash her legs... her standing up from the couch too fast... her having a slight headache. What if the same thing happened as last night? Earlier in the day, Julia was teary-eyed and just plain overwhelmed with it all, but she is doing better now. Our neighbor came over to check up on her and reassured us that her ankles are the furthest away from everything so of course they are still going to look the worst. Her arms and her thighs are looking much better, but her ankles look like they have port wine stains. For a bit of good bit of news though-- I called and got the results of her blood work-- all normal!
I wish she was the only one dealing with poison oak in our family. Andrew and Jonny have it pretty bad themselves. Tonight I rubbed Tecnu all over their body and nails and then made sure they washed every inch of their body with soap. Then I covered them in calamine lotion. Bless their hearts-- they are enduring like troopers.
As if we weren't dealing with enough, I felt the need to take Oliver to the doctor this morning. Around 7a.m. He was stirring in his crib though not really awake. I didn't want to risk waking Julia up who was finally sleeping well in my bed, so I picked him up and headed downstairs. He was listless. No matter how hard I tried I could barely wake him. Then he was back asleep. He had done this once before a few weeks ago and water seemed to do the trick. He gulped down five ounces in no time. First thought was that he was dehydrated, but even this water did not wake him and he had no signs of dehydration. In fact, he needed a diaper change. Anyway, we got him to eat a little bit, but he was just not really hungry. After a half hour of him being listless, I decided to call the doctor. They told me to bring him right in.
After doing some research, I immediately thought-- diabetes. On top of his lethargy, and thirst, he has had rashes on his face, and he always seems to have the sweetest smelling breath. I had always thought it was baby's breath. He doesn't have a fever. The doctor first thought the same thing, so they did a finger prick. Oliver didn't even flinch. His blood sugar count was 160 which the doctor said was random. He then wanted to do a urine test. I wasn't sure how long we would be there since Oliver had just filled a diaper, but in just a few minutes he went. His ketones came back high as well as his white blood cell count. The doctor prescribed antibiotics. And first thing tomorrow morning I am taking Oliver in for lab work while he is fasting. Since coming home, Oliver seems to be doing better... that's a praise. But still, I am anxious to see how his blood work comes back.
As we go into the weekend, I am craving a couple of uneventful days. Boring never sounded so good. Not sure that is possible since we are celebrating a birthday! Thank goodness that Monday is a holiday.
Tonight I made pancakes. Really didn't have the time or energy to make anything else.
P.S. When Dennis first came home he immediately came to me to share that he had gotten a yellow card for talking loudly in class. He was very sorry and promised not to get one tomorrow.