I'd be a liar if I didn't say I'm tired...summer was not what I had hoped for and I feel like I blinked my eyes and it's fall and we're sick again. We got to enjoy one day...yes, I said one day at the beach this summer where we got to swim and enjoy family and one other day that we got to enjoy a picnic on the beach at a friend's camp. That was our summer. Madilyn doesn't tolerate the heat well so when it's above 75 degrees we are in the air conditioned house and as soon as it cools off we start enjoying daily walks and she ends up sick right away. Sick for us means breathing treatments every 4 hours with 3 different meds, steroids that have her bouncing off the walls, antibiotics that cause a whole other round of intestinal issues and puke...oh the puke...which leads to weight loss...it's a vicious circle and I'm tired...
We went to Milwaukee in July for appointments that went really well and almost exactly a month later we were air lifted to Milwaukee because Madilyn's feeding tube coiled from her intestines back up into her stomach which ended up making her really sick really quick. Feeding tolerance had not been achieved yet and now she's sick. Sometimes it feels like we'll never make feeding progress. It's the one mountain that I feel like we'll never climb successfully. Yet we keep trying, over and over and over....maybe someday we'll get there...at least I hope...I always have hope.
A life of seclusion is difficult, I feel like people sometimes forget about us. I understand why though. Why would my friends keep inviting me out when I never get to show up. I miss working, but that's not practical either with our special needs/medically complex life. My son had to get himself to college 10 hours away from home because our emergency med flight and inpatient stay made it impossible for us to get him there, physically and financially. My car needs new tires and the exhaust repaired and I have no clue where we will pull the money from. We have two trips coming up to Milwaukee in the end of September and again two weeks later. We need a specific weather cover for the stroller so we can be outside and Madilyn can be protected.........if it's not one thing it's another and there's never enough money or me to go around....but we'll figure it out, we always do.
The doctor recommended that I purchase/make signs to attach to the stroller/shopping cart etc..they are a stop sign and then a medical alert is printed on them clearly stating that we are a medically fragile child and please don't touch us.....like we don't feel secluded and alone enough now we're going to put a big red stop sign on us? I can't even begin to explain how this makes me feel....while I don't want people touching her and getting in her face I honestly don't know how I feel about the stop sign approach either.
I'm done whining...I'll have my good cry cause I'm exhausted and we'll move on and figure it out. That's what we do. We choose to focus on the positive, we have to....this virus has not landed us inpatient, we are able to be home....that's positive....and thanks to the drastic change in weather the little pink boots have been ordered.....cause our life is all about the little pink shoes..
