For a moment today, I was having myself a little pity party. I was headed home from yet another doctor’s appointment with Summer. My sweet sunshine girl has been sick off an on (mostly on) since October. The latest illness started the day before Thanksgiving, when we started her on an antibiotic. Then, as soon as she completed that one, she developed an ear infection, which led us to a different antibiotic for 14 days. Literally the day after we completed that one, we were at the doctor with an ear infection, which started her on yet another antibiotic for 10 days.
Then, today, she came home from school sick again. I called the doctor, and they wanted to see her. Since she was on day 7 of the 10 day treatment, I thought that there was no way that she had another infection. I took her to the doctor, and the infection is still there. We are still not sure why, but the infection is not responding to the antibiotics.
However, since we definitely need for it to clear up, due to the amount of pain that she has endured, we had no other options but to give her an injection of Rocephin in each leg. The moment the medicine entered her body, she screamed. I was holding on to her as tight as I could, almost paralyzed, though, by the fact that I had done this to her. It was only after the injections that the nurse told me that the shot is extremely painful and might hurt for three weeks. Not only that, but it is a series of shots. She has to go back tomorrow to endure it all over again.
So began my pity party. Summer has been sick since the day before Halloween. My girl. My ray of sunshine. The one who has always been my healthy, strong one. We cannot seem to get her well, and it has been heartbreaking. In the midst of feeling sorry for myself, I realized something very important. Yes, Summer is sick, and yes, it has been a very hard two months. But, she is here. I was able to reach out and hold her today. I was there to comfort her. When we got home, I was able to rub her back in bed while we watched cartoons. There are many parents today who could only hope and dream of being able to comfort their sick child, of having the privilege to stroke her hair, rub her back, and love on her. Needless to say, my pity party was short lived. Yes, a recurring ear infection is rough, but, unfortunately, the sad truth is that there are things in life that are so much harder. So, today, I am thankful that I had that little moment of realization, of appreciation for the little ailments in life that allow me to comfort and love on my sweet sunshine girl just a little more today.