This is disappointing news and I hated having to tell Mae that the PICC is staying in for another 2 weeks, but she took it well and is jazzed about not having to get manhandled by me in the middle of the night anymore. I guess sleep will be our compromise for now.
Tonight the Gardener is going to take Mae to the clinic for the first dose of the new meds just to make sure that she doesn't have have any allergic reactions. I have to work tonight otherwise I would go too, but the home nurse is coming tomorrow morning for the 7 o'clock dose to show me how to give the new meds. Of course the new medication will be administered differently but rumor has it, this new one should be easier.
I am so ready for this chapter of our lives to be over. This morning when I was up to give Mae her meds, I was so exhausted physically and emotionally to the point that I was trying to wish this all away. I wished that Mae would have never pulled her tooth out on the bus which allowed the strep A bacteria to enter her body and settle in the bones of her foot. I wished that the first doctor we saw would have listened to me and not sent her home with the diagnosis of a common virus. I wished that the staff down at Children's had their crap together. I wished that Mae didn't have to be poked and pulled and miss so much school. Most of all I wish that she wasn't the sick kid. The kid who gets all of the attention for being ill and feeling crappy. I know we can't turn back the clock and make this all go away, but I just want it to be over.