Ever met someone whose child was born with a defect, or whose child fell suddenly ill, and you find yourself thinking, "That will never happen to me"? Yea, don't be so sure of yourself.
I took Paisley to the doctor today. He thinks she may have pertussis. They ran a CBC and performed the nasal swab test. The CBC came back with indications of pertussis. Her white blood cell count wasn't elevated, but her lymphocytes were abnormal. I have to wait 24 hours for the swab test results. Dr. Via really wanted to admit her for overnight observation but the Williamsburg hospital doesn't have the facilities needed. He talked to CHKD but they won't admit her because her test results aren't back yet. So as of now we are in a limbo. She has an appointment at 9 am to be checked again.
I sent Cheyenne with Kevin this weekend, as much as I didn't want to. He was kind enough to switch weekends with me though. I really miss her when she's not here, and am constantly wondering what she's doing or if she's thinking of me, too. I had to send her with Kev, though. If Paisley does have pertussis, I don't want Cheyenne exposed to it more than neccesary. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if she gets it from my selfishness.
I suppose I should be trying to get some sleep.
To Cheyenne:
I love you. I miss you. I hope you're having the sweetest of dreams and I can't wait to hold you in my arms again.
To Paisley:
Please feel better soon. I hate that you're having to go through all of this. I love you.
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