Yet another day in the hospital. We knew our neurosurgeon was due back today, we were ready to hear from him. This last surgery and week of recovery has been without him. We trust and are comfortable with the doctor in charge when we initially came back, but then due to the holiday, we had yet another doctor in on the matter. I wasn’t thrilled with him. He’s just one of those kind that rub me the wrong way. Nothing blatantly ‘wrong’, just, well, he ain’t my doc!
Hubs needed to go into work today, but was waiting around for word from our doctor. Normally, doc is around early. Today, the resident made the usual early rounds, but doc was late to the game. Much later than usual. Just when we’d pretty much given up on him coming in today, he walked in with our favorite resident.
He looked at the incision and asked how she was doing. We mentioned that the wound had recently began weeping…again. It wasn’t as before, that brought us back here. But, it was just a spot, then output increased, so we began to worry, in that not completely obsessing overly worried way. We started cleaning it twice a day with peroxide and keeping an eye on it. It promptly tapered back off though, giving us hope.
My biggest concern aside from that has been the heavy antibiotics she is on. Remember, we’re not typically into all this medical intervention stuff. We don’t do antibiotics for every little thing. I think only one of our children has ever been on antibiotics for any period of time. And that was the first one as we were still learning things and deciding our path. Now, don’t hear me wrong, I don’t believe antibiotics are evil, just the overuse of them. And overuse is rampant today. That scares me. Long term effects scare me. Long term effects of these particular antibiotics really scared me. Though recent studies weren’t ‘as’ alarming, I still just don’t like it. I am not at all comfortable with much antibiotic usage.
Praise the Lord for answered prayers! Our doc took her off them today. He said the wound oozing is just the wound. Nothing else is going on, nothing is wrong. She is healthy otherwise. She does not need these antibiotics. And directed the resident to put in an order to stop them, now. *huge sigh of relief*
We are still here for a while, no date of release mentioned. But I feel better about *that* part at least. That ‘hope’ has returned. It was beginning to wane as the days went on, things at a stand still. Progress is good for hope.
Hope is my word for the year. Have y’all heard/read about that? Folks choosing a word for the year. I’m not really sure where it comes from, but I have seen many sharing their word for the year and realized my word for 2011 is HOPE.
Given the birth of this precious baby girl and her diagnosis..our decision to go ahead with a prompt surgery…out of HOPE to make things better for her…I think HOPE is what this year is going to be about.
Lil Bit’s surgery was a decision made in HOPE.
Our HOPE is in the Lord. Though, to say hope as opposed to faith sounds rather fluffy here, lacking in true sentiment.
Our HOPE is that our Lil Bit will conquer this.
And at this very moment, my HOPE is that our family will be HOME, together, soon, on a path to our new normal.
Our HOPE is in the future impact our experience and our daughter’s life might have on others.
Our HOPE is for healing.
We have God, therefore we have HOPE that beats all else.
It is good.