Seven doctors visits in eight days. Her fever had spiked and what urgent care declared to be an ear infection, the pediatrician quickly denied. Her ears were perfect. Laying on the exam table, I held her hands and cradled her face. Staring into her scared, sweet eyes, I tried to smile and assure her that it was all ok as three nurses huddled around drawing blood from her arm. That afternoon after her 104 degree fever finally broke, we played in her room and I hung on her every smile as she pranced around her bed.
Her blood work came back the next morning. White blood cells and CRP levels through the roof. There is nothing worse as a parent, than to see your child in pain and not be able to help...or even know whats wrong. The next morning we went to Children's National Hospital in DC where my brave baby girl got an IV in her arm, had more blood taken and threw up for the first time in her life. Finally, a chest x-ray confirmed she had pneumonia in a spot behind her heart.
More antibiotics, a few more follow-up appointments and our girl is finally back to her normal self.
Thankful for doctors, for friends, family close by and that husband of mine who comforted us both.
The morning before we left for the hospital, she looked at me across the breakfast table, and with her big sad, sweet eyes said, "Mama, I'm not sick anymore." My heart swelled into my throat.
But now baby, now you are truly not sick anymore. Praise the Lord.
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