This is my blog, so here are my thoughts. Warning: this will be a raw and honest post.
It’s been a long and busy day and I’m tired and my OB said there’s nothing to be done about my tired because that’s what happens when you’re pregnant with a nine month old.
I took Alex to the lab to have his immunoglobulin levels tested. We got the results today (I know, super fast, right!?) and his IgG and IgA were low. We’ve got our referral to see the pediatric immunologist next month and are just in a waiting pattern until then.
As you may know Alex has been sick a lot in his short nine months, and not normal little illnesses. While we’ve had some colds and sniffles, we’ve also had Rotovirus, RSV/Bronchiolitis, HFMD, Giotti-Crossi (Don’t know what that is? Neither did the doctor.), and most recently, Pneumonia. What I wouldn’t give for a simple ear infection. It’s common for babies to have lots of colds and mild viruses, the sniffles and ear aches. That’s just part of being a baby, but this isn’t normal.
I’m really pretty open about Alex’s health. I don’t claim to have all the answers and I am not a doctor. I’m open to the experience of other parents who have been there and trying whatever may help, but Lord help me the next time someone tells me about how essential oils stopped their baby’s runny nose or how the chiropractor stopped colic. And don’t even get me started on the multitudes that told me to cut gluten from his diet before he had even had a taste of the stuff!
I know this all comes from well meaning people who are just trying to help and I very much appreciate the support that is behind the suggestion.
If I thought it would work, I’d do it. I am all up for finding a Mexican grandma to pray over him with an egg. We can light some candles. We can all hold some healing crystals and say some celtic prayer. I’m game.
I’m doing all that I can, but I’m tired. I’m tired of my baby being sick. I’m tired of knowing the receptionist at the doctor’s office by name (except you, Amber, you rock). I’m tired of knowing more about what syringes I have at home than the pharmacists. I’m tired.
In all of this though, I’m so blessed that he’s here. I’m overjoyed when I see him trying to walk and taking those first tiny little steps. It makes my day when he wakes up smiling and giggling at me in the mornings and I wouldn’t trade that for the world!
I am also reminded that I am so blessed that he’s only this sick. I have friends whose babies are having major, intense surgeries and I have friends whose babies are not on this earth any longer and I thank God that Alex is only this sick.
So there’s my vent and my rant. Here’s my prayer: I pray that God will keep my little guy healthy and strong while we figure this all out. I pray He gives Philip and I strength and endurance. I pray that He grant clarity and wisdom to Alex’s doctors. Above all, I pray that our family is able to bring Him glory and honor in this time.