a bit of reality

I have had he most stressful 5 days of my life ever!  And if you know ANYTHING about my life you know I have had some stress.

Stress 1: Daugther, who I adopted, who my deceased sister left me in charge with now has a autoimmunie lifetime disease that needs daily treatment and monitoring for survival

Stress 2: While in the hospital 5 month old baby at home does not want to drink from the bottle, and is therefore not eating.  5 month old baby is not aloud in the Picu, because no one under 13 is allowed in the Picu

Stress 3: 2 year old who has recently been potty trained is having diarrhea attacks while staying with Papa, who has never watched my children and is now he is cleaning up crap all day (seriously Papa you were the biggest hero of our hospital days!!)

Stress 4: First night of Norah's hospital stay I must leave, and allow my husband to stay with her, because baby who is not drinking from bottle needs to eat.

Stress 5: When leaving the hospital a blizzard simultanelosy starts, of course, why not? we all know that driving in the snow gives me MORE anxiety than anything else!

Yeah, sleep didn't happen
and you better believe that I have a cold sore

oh and by the way, don't forget when you leave the hospital you have to check Norah's Blood sugar not just before every meal time, or anytime she looks remotely sick or acts weird, you also must check it at 2am every night for the rest of her life for all eternity while she lives with you to make sure she doesn't die in the middle of the night.

And don't forget the mathematical insulin injections you must give 4 times a day.  You must count EVERY carbohydrate in Norahs food (and that's not just bread people, it's strawberries, carrots, milk, almost every food unless it's meat or butter) in order to give her the right amount of insulin, oh and wait the equation will change when she does physical activity or her blood sugar is high, and I'm pretty sure a train is coming at any point now too!  And if you calculate it wrong Norah will end up back here, in the hospital.

But don't worry, every time you give her a shot or a finger prick she will cry and say over and over " I don't want to do it mommy, I don't want to do it, no mommy no!  And it's not you the nurse or Dr. inflicting this pain, it is me, her mom!

Stress, survival, your prayers and the Lords grace are the only way I have made it through. And my mom, the saint, who has yet again made a huge sacrifice and come out to be with us to help me.

Oh, and just to throw in the mix.  Brett has his first major CPA exam on tuesday.  All of us are sick, like yucky fever, cough sick.  Levi is no exception and his sickness even includes throwing up and a rash.

Can someone just come to our house and pray?