Sorry I didn't update yesterday after the 2am time...we had a rough day.
Beth continued to be nauseous yesterday, and wasn't really drinking much. She just felt so terrible between getting ill and moving closer and closer to dehydration. The doctor's office called us yesterday around 3:30 and I told her what was happening, she checked with the doctor and called me back at 3:45 and told me what had an appointment at 4:45! So we threw some clothes on her, brushed her hair, and took off. We saw the doctor about 5:45 and he said everything from the surgery looked okay, so in that respect she was doing well. He said that she is at the edge of being officially dehydrated, so either she had to drink a really big glass of water during the time he checked someone else or she had to go to the ER for an IV. She cried, made "mad" faces, gave up and started drinking again (about 5 times). The doctor came in and she wasn't done, so he said, I am gonna give you one more minute. She cried and made "mad" faces again. (oh yea...I think she said, "I am gonna die" half a dozen times and no one is helping her). So, it was time to verbally help her recall God's power. I repeated Philippians 4:13
I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me about 10 time to her, and bless her heart she just kept going until she literally could not put anything else in!
We got home from the doctor's office with new times for the medicine and strict orders to keep drinking and the message, they will be calling today...so, no pressure there at all!
We arrived here about 6:45 and I got 3-4 more ounces in her. Gave her the pain medicine... and she was nauseous again about 45 minutes later... so barely drank anything. Then we tried crackers and oatmeal to try to keep the upset tummy calm. By the time that was all done, it was 11pm and time for the medicine again, but she got sick, so we didn't. So, in total desperation and frustration I cried unto the Lord, and then called Jim. I was clueless what I should do...medicate for pain control and let her be sick or let her be in pain, but have drink anyway, avoiding the pending ER visit if she doesn't drink. This would be the proverbial between a rock and hard place!! So, Jim and I talked and decided she just had to be in pain, if that is what was gonna happen, because the pain wouldn't put her in the hospital, but the dehydration would.
This is how the night played out:
11:30 wake the perfectly, content, way-to-sleepy child who doesn't know I am trying to get her to drink and give her a drink
12am wake the perfectly, content, way-to-sleepy child who doesn't know I am trying to get her to drink and give her a drink
12:30am wake the perfectly, content, way-to-sleepy child who doesn't know I am trying to get her to drink and give her a drink
1am wake the perfectly, content, way-to-sleepy child who doesn't know I am trying to get her to drink and give her a drink
1:30am wake the perfectly, content, way-to-sleepy child who doesn't know I am trying to get her to drink and give her a drink
1:45 wake the perfectly, content, way-to-sleepy child who doesn't know I am trying to get her to drink and give her a drink and her medicine because if I don't stop doing this now....
I'm gonna die!
2am head to bed, set the alarm clock for 4am to give her the over the counter pain med, and pass out.
4:45 oops... forgot to turn the alarm clock to "on", but fortunately woken by the dog crying her fool head off because, guess what, she is afraid of the thunder and lighting! Jim gets out of bed to comfort the dog (ie let her out of the cage so she can be with Kyle), and I say "oh, good... I can go back to sleep...hmmm, wonder what time it is...look...YIKES...later than I wanted. Jump out of bed, wake the perfectly, content, way-to-sleepy child who doesn't know I am trying to get her to drink, give her a drink and her medicine. Gate the dog in Kyle's room as she is going to spend the test of the night there and happily go back to bed, but set the alarm (making sure it is in the "on" position) and pass out.
7am wake the perfectly, content, way-to-sleepy child who doesn't know I am trying to get her to drink, give her a drink
7:30am wake the perfectly, content, way-to-sleepy child who doesn't know I am trying to get her to drink, give her a drink
8am wake the perfectly, content, way-to-sleepy child who doesn't know I am trying to get her to drink, give her a drink................decided to leave her alone for a whole hour!
9am wake the child again and make her drink again...but this time she stays up. She did state that this morning she felt much better than any other day so far!
So, the rest of the morning I pretty much say, Did you drink it? You need to drink. Drink until you get to this spot. Did you drink it? Is that glass finished yet? You need to drink. You probably get the idea...
I don't know when the doctor's office is going to call... but I can happily tell them. She has had 26 ounces of liquid since last night at 7pm!! Just to give you an idea, on her best day since the surgery, she probably got in 10 ounces all day.