{Pre-steroids}
She looks so content and well behaved in these photos, don't let them fool you...
We are happy that the first day of treatment went SO well...no allergic reactions or anything else!
Coming here I was ready for the worst, but hoping and praying for the best.
We have been extremely blessed and lucky that she has reacted so great this far.
I couldn't help but think last night going to sleep that it was because of ALL the prayers being said on her behalf.
I feel overwhelmed daily by the texts, calls, and messages we receive about Bella and our family.
The power of prayer is real.
Today was the second day, and overall it has gone really well-other than the roid rage Bella got.
They start the treatment each day at the same time, and yesterday once they gave her the Benadryl
(to help with any allergic reaction she could possibly get), she was out cold.
Today they gave it to her, along with the steroids, and not long after came the rage of Bella!
It was crazy how mad and out of control she got-like she was possessed.
At first it was kind of funny, but she got worse and worse-and I started to worry.
She hadn't eaten a lot, she was tired from the Benadryl, and the steroids were making her so cranky.
The nurses came in and she got even madder.
They wanted to ask the doctors if there was anything they could give her to calm her down-it was that bad.
As I sat there and tried to hug her, console her, and just help her-the more mad she got.
I was trying to hold it in, I was trying to be tough, but I couldn't after a while.
Tears of frustration and heartache came, and I just wanted her to be her happy self.
I felt so bad, I felt so helpless.
She had no idea how she was acting at this point, she was out of control.
As time went on though she gradually got more and more calm.
I sat there and tried to explain to her that I knew it was hard, and I knew she wanted to go home.
I remember feeling the same way when I was admitted for Diabetes.
As I told her how I knew how she felt, my heart ached for her and I know she could feel it.
She looked at me and I told her how when I was a little girl, I was here at the hospital too.
I told her how I knew how she felt, and that we would get to go home really soon.
She eventually started being nicer, and I could tell she was feeling better.
At this point I was emotionally drained.
Matt had been gone running, so I had to handle it all on my own.
Each day is always something new, and each day I learn new things.
Today I learned that I am thankful for my sweet, sassy girl.
She has the sweetest, most contagious personality, and I am lucky she is normally like that.
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