February 22, 2013

Sitting and waiting those if the medicine will react. It's 5:07 and Riley and I are at Metrowest Medical Center in Framingham. I brought her here to the ER last night because she threw up yesterday morning at the hotel and we thought she might be dehydrated. After 2 phone calls to the pediatrician, they concurred and told us to go to the ER to get fluids. Fast forward to almost 12 hours from when I left the house last night and here we sit, waiting to see if the Bactrim is going to work, scared to have to go through what we did last night, all over again. I hate antibiotics and the fact that they "don't work" - it annoys and scares me at the same time. Not a hive in sight yet, one hour after an oral dosage. Fingers and toes crossed and scared too that even if she doesn't react tonight before we leave the hospital, that she might when we get home, I hope not. It's hard right now to place my trust in a higher power, with the fire and now this. It seems like we can't get out from under, it sucks! I do want so badly to move forward but we keep getting stuck!