Monday, February 21, 2011

Today, the laundry...

Lily is sick. (I am now wondering how many of my blog entries begin almost exactly this way....or maybe I don't really want to know.) And, today, I wash clothes like a squirrel collects and stores nuts for the winter.

We have been very blessed this year, in that, aside from a few little colds, Lily hasn't been *as* sick this year as she was last year. After last winter, I spent part of the summer researching....researching ways to boost Lily's immune system. So, I found some good vitamin D drops, and I read more about essential oils. We slowly weaned Lily off Prevacid and are now treating her GERD with ginger and cultured coconut milk (So Delicious). We have pretty much cut out most dairy for her. When she isn't sick, I'll let her cheat a little and maybe have a little bit of parmesan on her pasta or a little ice cream, but for the most part, at home, she's dairy free. And, she knows that dairy isn't good for her, and will ask me if something is okay for her to eat.

I've been making green smoothies, and ALL of my kids like them. Even my dad, who is quite possibly the pickiest eater on the planet and who doesn't like smoothies, thought my PB Mint Chip Green Smoothie was pretty good!

All of this has helped, and it has been so nice that we've all been healthier this winter.

But...now Lily is sick. And, today I do the laundry like the Mama Bear scrounges for blueberries on Blueberry Hill.

You see, there comes a point in one of these illnesses that things change. I don't even know exactly how I know when that point occurs, except I do. (It's probably that still, small Voice that tells me.) Lily may be sick for a week, and I haven't checked her O2 sats because they've been fine and it's a pretty mild bug, but one night Something tells me to check, so I do, and her oxygen levels are borderline and falling.

Most moms of chronically ill kids can probably relate to this. There comes a point in every illness where you know...you know it's either going to get worse, and you'll end up in the hospital, or they'll start to get better, and you'll avoid it. Every time we reach this point, I start doing laundry and baking bread....because I know I might have to spend a week in the hospital with Lily, and I want to know that everyone will have enough clean clothes and food to eat while I'm gone.

So far, Lily is doing okay. She sounds pretty coarse and gurgly--even after nebs, but her O2 levels are okay in room air...not as high as I like to see them but certainly not terrible. Now, I watch, wait, and do the laundry.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Here visiting, you have such a touching blog. I will pray for all of your children...hugs.