Grace and myself made another trip to the children's hospital today. She was back to worse today and I was (and still am) worried. She is zombie-ish, saying random things hurt such as her stomach, back, shoulder, always thirsty, doesn't want to walk (my back is killing me from carrying her) and all day long she says she is tired. I think if I let her, she would sleep until 2010, only getting up for water because she is so thirsty. You say one wrong thing, like red instead of blue, she cries. It is odd. Anyway, we go back to the same hospital and this time, after 3 hours, they say she is fine but may be a little constipated. Now I don't think this is the REAL problem here, but I know constipation is A problem for Grace. So I didn't argue when they recommended giving her an enema. Lord knows I have thought about giving her one myself for many months, but just couldn't bring myself to do something to uncomfortable - for Grace and myself. So they gave her one, she pooped, we left. But I left feeling like something is still wrong. I am praying that when she wakes up tomorrow morning, she is her crazy, silly self and not the shell she is right now. Gracie - come out, come out, wherever you are! Cross your fingers!
Later this evening, I finally got piles and piles of clothes sorted and organized. I am actually looking forward to sleeping in our room tonight. Up until now, I had a hard time falling asleep thinking about the mountain-high tower of folding and sorting required. Now, with that pile all gone, I can rest easy. Instead, I can think about the little boy who is crying his eyes out outside of our apartment right now at 11:45 p.m. at night, and wonder what in the heck his parents were thinking keeping him up and out so late.
Tomorrow should be fun. Suzie and Peter are planning to take all three girls on another adventure while Andrew goes to work and I shop for some rugs, a couch, some chairs, and other items for the apartment. Tomorrow night, Andrew is taking me on a romantic date to a local Bistro since Suzie and Peter volunteered to stay home and babysit. Grandparents....where do they get the energy? Bless them all!