A Long, Very Long Night

I never thought I would be able to feel someone else's pain and wish it was me, and not them. That was until last night. Emmry was sick... very sick and it was the sick of not eating, not drinking, screaming at the top of her lungs because her belly was hurting so bad. I noticed yesterday morning that she was acting a little different but I just let her do as she wanted. I watched and waited. She seemed fine throughout the morning and afternoon until around 5:00. Emmry was just crying and I couldn't get her to quit. I gave her Tylenol, hoping that would ease some of the pain. By about 11:30pm, she had started the crying again. This time, we couldn't get her to stop at all. She would be in a dead sleep and then scream. Around 2:30am we decided to take her to the Emergency Room. The doctor assumed she had a urinary track infection but Todd nor I was comfortable letting them put a catheter in our nearly ten month old daughter. So, they gave her some Motrin and within 10 minutes she was out. Emmry finally went to bed around 4:00 this morning. But woke up after only a short five hours of sleep.

Todd fed her a bottle and I called the doctor to make an appointment. Dr. Collier said Emmry was constipated, gave us a prescription and we were off. She is now on liquids only for the next 24 hours and probably won't start being herself until the next 48 hours. Let me say this; I wish it was me and not her. I have felt so horrible for her. I can only hold her as close as I can and tell her I love her and that everything is going to be okay... "Mommy and Daddy will fix it baby", that's what I usually say to her.

Now, we just wait and pray that this medicine works. We just want our little girl well. We want our happy, smiling, big blue-eyed baby back.