Well, it looked extremely promising. The lifestyle changes we made seemed to be working, his infection cleared up almost totally within 2 days and we've been waiting for the sores to heal over and to begin the healing process. Until today. This afternoon actually. It looks like new sores are popping up. So, either our changes aren't enough, or it's something totally different and our new blend of homeopathic and topical antibiotic held it off for 4.5 days this time (versus the normal 3).
We're still praying for miraculous healing.
I had to take him in for a blood draw today. I actually called the doctor yesterday to tell her that his butt was healed, and we needed a referral to a doctor for a confirmation diagnosis. She recommended that we go ahead and do the complete workup for all of the possibilities, just in case. I'm thankful for that insight now, though yesterday I felt like she was purposely torturing my sweet baby with an unnecessary blood draw. I'm the mama, but I'm not omniscient.
I am trusting in my God who is, though.
Today my heart broke into a million pieces when I had to hold my baby while they stuck a huge needle into his arm to draw a full tube (10cc's) of blood. They were even concerned that wouldn't be enough blood to run all the requested tests and we'd have to come back to give more. My baby was miserable the entire time they did the draw. And I had to be the one holding him down, trying to calm him down, trying desperately to show my sweet 11 month old (happy 11th month-iversary big boy :/ ) that I do love him, that it would be over soon, and that a cookie would make him feel all better.
I tried to get an appointment today with the next doctor, but he's too young for them to just schedule one, they need a referral, but the really bad news? Their next appointment was the end of July. I have to wait that long to find out for sure what's wrong with my baby, if that's even the right diagnosis.
So, we seem to be back at square 1, well maybe between square 1 and 2. I'm tired of not know what's wrong with my boy. I'm tired of spending my evenings researching possible ailments. I'm tired of spending money on lifestyle changes that may not even help him. I'm tired of having to explain to R what she can't do with her brother right now because he's sick. I just want him better. I want him healed and I want to just know what's wrong. I hate not knowing. I don't care if it's the worst news in the world, I just need to know.
So, that's the update, or lack of update for now. Prayers are always appreciated. And while you're praying for healing for his little hiney, if you wouldn't mind saying a little prayer for strength for this mama, it would also be much appreciated.
6 months ago
I do understand very clearly that not knowing is way worse than knowing the worst. You cannot begin to accept, heal and treat until you know what you're up against. But you are so right in that God does know. Hold on, mama. It's a tough job, the toughest, but you're doing great!
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