Today was a tough day. Kinnley's motion sickness is getting progressively worse. I tried switching to the prescription Phenergan, but that didn't seem to help much either. It only takes putting the truck in gear to hear that awful wretching sound. I have to think some of this is in her head. Yes, she has motion sickness...and a really bad case of it. But I think it is getting worse because she expects to throw up. Sigh... I may switch back to Benadryl, but it makes her so sleepy. I suppose sleepy is better than nauseous.
We took Kinnley to the chiropractor today, who worked on her upper neck. We'll take her back next week for another adjustment. Hopefully by then, we'll be able to tell if the treatment will help her motion sickness. If not, I'll make an appointment with the ENT.
I feel so bad for Kinnley. She hates getting sick, but is such a trooper and will jump in the truck for the chance to be "on the go". As a mom, I am frustrated. Moms are supposed to "fix" things. I can kiss boo boos, reattach Barbie legs with lightning speed, detangle the most challenging pony tail accident, rub backs when the kids are sick, etc. But evidently my skills are void in the motion sickness category.
As crazy as all this is, we are blessed. As I look around, there is always someone with more needs, someone who is in worse shape, someone who would give their eye teeth to have our life. So I put on my big girl pants, pull my chin up, and keep on going. God is good - all the time. :)
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