It was quite the adventure taking 3 kids (felt more like 4) to the Family Doctor today to get the prescription for diflucan. I took my research with me showed what
Dr Jack Newman recommends, and after a little discussion of everything I had tried and the Nurse practicioner leaving to check with the doctor they agreed to give the script for our yeast problem. (Newman recommends a very high dosage, and they wouldn't have give this dose without the research I brought with me. Because we saw my doctor instead of the Pedi, we had to fill out charts for each child and take vitals for them also since they were writing a script for them. And because the script for them needed their weight we also weight and measured them too.
Tommy is 36" and 33#
William is 23" and 10# 2oz
Micah is 24" and 15# 9.5oz
On another note William ate 35oz of milk today! The minimum he should be eating at this point is about 24oz.
Mother of a "Special" Child
When I was young, I'd often say,
I'd like to be a mom someday
While playing with my baby doll,
I thought that job's not hard at all
I'd have a baby, maybe two,
a girl in pink...a boy in blue
Well I grew up and sure enough,
I'm now a mom and gosh it's tough
The baby that was sent to me,
was born with disabilities
At first I'm frightened through and through,
there's much to learn to care for you
This wasn't in my plans at all,
when I was young and played with dolls
Your mind and body were so weak,
you might not ever walk or speak
So much special care required,
I'm often scared and often tired
As months and years go slowly by,
I smile a lot but sometimes cry
To watch you grow and not complain,
though you endure your share of pain
Oh, how I'd hold you and I'd pray,
that you'd be healed and whole someday
But I knew that was not to be,
not physically or mentally
And so I taught you best I could,
your progress wasn't very good
But then one day I realized,
as I gazed into your loving eyes
That I had learned so much from you,
determination...courage too
A love so unconditional,
it floods my soul and always will
I'm proud to say I gave you birth,
for you're an angel here on earth.
God Choose a mother for a "Special" child
Most women becaome mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressure and a couple by habit.
This year nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?
Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth; son. Patron saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
"Forrest, Marjotie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia."
"Rutledge, Carrie; twins. Patron saint, Matthew."
Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."
The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God, "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."
"But she has patience?" asked the angel.
"I don't want her to have to much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it."
"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make her live in her world and that's not going to be easy."
"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect - she has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps - "selfishness? is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word'. She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle, and will know it!"
"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice....and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side".
And what about her Patron saint? asked the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.
God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."
4 comments:
Hi Lydia,
Christy S. sent me your blog.
I hope the prescription works. I've heard it can be really painful.
Laura M.
you look familiar, but I'm not sure I remember who you are? You can email me if you wish I'd love to know who you are again....
Lydia at conradzone dot com
Hmmm, I tried clicking on your name to get to your profile to email you but it was a bad link.
I knew you from UTD. I was a chemistry major, married Anderw, my roommate was Melisa.
I'm really glad to see that William has come so far. I'll be praying for you.
BTW, I see you went to an ICAN meeting. How often do they have meetings?
I'd better get some sleep :)
Laura
My email is:
Lydia at conradzone dot com
Just remove the spaces and add the correct punctuation. Also, Can I have access to your blog?
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