of fractures and seizures and spiritual warfare

Clinic visit number two this week came on Thursday. Babydoll managed to fall out of her twin bed when she should have been sleeping on Wednesday. I heard a loud scream and found her lying on her right arm on the floor next to her bed. She could move her fingers and there was no external signs of injury. During the rest of the day and into the next morning, she would complain of "it still hurting" whenever she used her arm with pressure to climb up into a chair or make her way upstairs. I decided to take her in. The doctor ordered about 10 x-rays and Babydoll did AWESOME. There were more lollipops and stickers. Bundle Boy was now the one parked in the seat watching the action. 2 1/2 hours later and after everyone else had gone home, the doctor gave me a digital copy of her xrays and a referral to see the orthopedist on Monday morning at the nearest military hospital. He wrapped her tiny forearm up in gauze and declared she had a green stick fracture in her ulna. She didn't let the whole thing slow her down at all. My Love and I just felt so bad that we waited a whole day to get it checked out. We stopped for ice cream on our way home from the clinic (note: man, I sure do spoil my kids' dinner a lot). Sissy immediately got attention as people saw her little arm bandaged up. So that was Thursday. On Friday I started noticing that she had a low appetite and was a little sluggish. She went down for nap before lunch and didn't ask to eat when she woke up. By bedtime she went right to sleep with no fight. While My Love was putting Brother to bed in the room next door he heard her scream out in an all too familiar yelp. She was having her third febrile seizure of the year. This was the first time that it didn't happen in the middle of the night. Brother was a little confused and worried when My Love asked him to get me from downstairs. I closed the door behind us so brother couldn't see in. She was finished seizing by the time I was in there. Her lips and hands were purple. Her little fists were still clinched tight and she was in that non-responsive phase after an episode. She was burning up. We decided not to take her to the ER as we had done twice before. When she came-to I gave her some Motrin and she slipped back to sleep as she never fully woke up during the experience. The upside was that it would be extremely unlikely for her to have another one in the next 24 hours. That is when we would start freaking. Her fever read just over 99 degrees. Poor Babydoll. While My Love was still with her I had my good friend who was a nurse on the phone. She was hosting dinner guests but graciously took my call when she saw it was me at 8:30pm. My biggest worry was that the fever (and other symptoms that day) was triggered by something with the bone fracture. She didn't think they were related. That brought me peace. After hanging up the phone, I remembered that Babydoll had been chewing on her hands lately. Teething would once again explain loss of appetite and fever. After the dust settled My Love and I talked about how the next day would look for us. "This feels a lot like spiritual warfare to me!" I said. Somebody sure was trying hard for me not to go the the homeschool convention the next day. We decided that we would alternate tylenol and motrin so as to control her fever from spiking again. Sissy was in the very capable hands of her Daddy. I kissed her hot head goodnight and slept well knowing she was safe in His arms. Saturday morning I woke up at 5am to get ready for my day away. Babydoll was calling out for me at 5:30am. I gave her a drink of water and another dose of medicine. I was so thankful that God gave me that moment with her before my day began. She drifted off to sleep again quickly telling me she loved me with no memory of the experience she had the night before. I hit the road by 6am and the next adventure began. To be continued...