Lord give me strength!

This has been one crazy week. And my emotions have been all over the place. We'll start at the beginning. For about a year now Katie has acted more and more like she can't hear us at times. She'll look at you like you're crazy and what you just said is the dumbest thing ever. She hasn't had any problems with her ears that the docs could see. She'll say her ear(the left one) is hurting and because she's cranky I'll give her some Tylenol and then all is better. Well, a few weeks ago she said her ear hurt. Always the left one. And this was the first day of the Summer Fun Club at our church. I gave her some Tylenol and off she went(all 4 went, hehe). I picked her up at 2:30 and her teacher said she had been complaining about her ear a little. We get home and she lays herself down for another nap. I notice some junk in her ear and think she has an ear infection. We make an appt. with a new dr. The diagnosis? A ruptured ear drum! So, we decide to see an ENT. That appt was Monday. The dr. was super nice and explained everything really well. Katie had her first REAL hearing test. The results? Fluid on her left and profound to complete hearing loss on her right! I almost cried. Not because I was afraid of what that meant but because I felt completely overwhelmed. With the combination of her hearing test and the fact that she had fluid in one the dr. suggested tubes in and her adenoid out. We'll do that next Thursday. No big deal. After things have time to settle down and the fluid in her ear is gone we'll go back for a repeat hearing test. Nothing is certain until it's been confirmed. And, right now, nothing has been confirmed except the fluid. So...Yesterday we decide to take a little overnight family get-away to a state park about a hour from the house. All was going great and we were having so much fun until the lights went out and the kids went to sleep. Evan sounded like he was having such a hard time breathing. He slept with me most of the night and I didn't sleep much. His breathing got better thru the morning but I noticed it was getting worse after we got home. He was running a temp of 102 and just having a really hard time catching his breath. So, we went back to the dr. After a breathing treatment, a chest x-ray and a steroid shot we leave for home. My poor baby has croup. Watching him breath these past 24 hours has been one of the hardest things I've had to do. Knowing I couldn't fix it was such a bad feeling. The meds have started to kick in and he's breathing and sleeping better than he was last night.

Next week will come with it's own set of adventures but right now I'm praying the adventures for this week are over.