Hit by a truck

Have you ever had a day? 

A day when the sun finally went down, and you sit down aching and bruised and just know that somewhere there had to have been an invisible truck that ran you over? 

Abby is sleeping quietly in her hospital bed.  Finally.  She's quiet and fever free for now.

She ran high fevers through last night.  She would be burning up, then sweating profusely as the fevers broke.  We had to change all the linens on her bed 3 times last night because of sweating. 

Today, her highest temp was 101.7.  I thought that  was pretty good considering the previous days.  The doctor thought she shouldn't have run a temp at all today with the antibiotic she's on.  He fixed that by adding another one this evening. 

The only clear things about today is that she has some sort of infection--and that Abby never does anything typical.  Her blood cultures are all positive, but the bacteria that seems to be growing is not something that grows in healthy immune systems.  It's a common bacteria found on every one's skin and typically doesn't colonize in the blood.  We don't know what to think about this. 

Her echo, urine, and chest x-ray were all clear--Thank you Lord!  I always hold my breath a little, even when I know it should be fine.  So many unexpected things happen, right?

Abby was very cranky bordering on confused today.  She's twitching some and occasionally lethargic.  She absolutely refuses to turn her head to the right.  It makes me wonder if something neurological is going on.  Caring for her the past 36 hours has been  a horrific nightmare challenging.  She's been constantly fussing, screaming, uncomfortable, or just way too quiet for a few minutes.  I miss the days when I could walk the floor with my cranky baby to comfort her.  Instead, her doctor added Toradol for pain around the clock in case some of the irritability is because something hurts.  The high fevers for so many days could have just wiped her out too and she's just beyond  reason. 

So far the Toradol seems to have taken the edge off, but she's awake again now.  The poor kid needs to sleep.  Her poor momma needs to sleep too.  I actually ache from being so tired.  Abby doesn't want me near and she doesn't want me to leave her sight.  She's kind of mad that I'm typing now.  It makes me a little nuts. 

What I would give for a hot bath and my big bed.  Instead, I'll appreciate the fact that we moved to the floor at 10 pm and get to sleep on a couch instead of a recliner.  It doesn't sound that great, but trust me--it's a BIG  improvement. 

Unhappy Abby and the dreaded "sleep chair"-- clearly an oxymoron

Tomorrow I'll meet with the infectious disease doctor to try to figure out what's going on with my girl.  In the mean time, if any of you see that truck that keeps  knocking me around, let me know! 

Oh, and pray for us to our not so invisible God who is bigger than any old truck!!