My Wits End

As I write, Miss Wiggles hasn't eaten anything more than a mouse's portion today. Her face is pale, her eyes sunken, her lips chapped. She is already on antibiotics for the ear infection that came ten days after she finished the last round of antibiotics for the last ear infection that came only about three weeks after the end of the last year infection before that. She has already been sick four times since Christmas. Her Birthday celebration was pitiful Saturday as both she and her daddy were miserable sick. She rallied and has been healthy for almost a week.

I'm at my wits end. Last year, she was sick once ever other week. I know this because it was always the week of MOPS. We made it to two sessions. Since Miss Wiggles had croup last October she has been sick almost consistently since.

We have a pediatrician appointment this Monday to see what the heck is going on with her. I'm going to be a monster if they don't take this seriously. Four ear infections since Thanksgiving. Cold after cold after cold, fever after fever after fever.

I'm not winning any awards for how much TV she has watched. I've memorized the Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. What else do you do with a feverish two year old?

I'm tired. That said I feel guilty for even mentioning it because I'm the healthy one, uncomfortable pregnant but healthy.

Prayers are desired.