Here We Go Again.

Tanner called a little over an hour ago crying.  Poor sweet girl has a migraine and has started throwing up again.  UGH.  I hate those phone calls!!!  She has taken her Imitrex nasal spray and was going to try and lay down and sleep a little bit.  She didn't think her stomach could handle the taste of Zofran at this point, but will take some as soon as she gets up.  She'll also start in on the liquid Benedryl. 

I am hoping and praying that this is simply a migraine and that perhaps the vomiting is secondary to it.  If not, we are officially into another cycle of Cyclic Vomiting.  And if that's the case-well, this sucks.

This past Thursday (July 4) was four weeks to the day since her last episode.  When we got to Friday without any puking, I was thrilled.  I prayed and prayed that we'd make it past the four week mark.  Isn't God's sense of humor great-we lasted four weeks and four days.  Maybe I should have been more specific with my prayers!

Tanner is at her Dad's for the past two week summer visitation.  If this is a full blown cycle, she will more than likely come home for a few days.  The best "medicine" for CVS is a quiet, dark, cool room where the patient can sleep.  Tanner has three younger siblings at her Dad's and God love them, they  just aren't a quiet bunch.  So typically Mike will let Tanner come home until the cycle passes. 

Another thing that typically happens during the course of a cycle is a trip to the ER.  We have a standing letter from our Dr at Arkansas Children's, that states that Tanner has CVS and will need fluids and nausea medicine through the IV during a cycle.  Some cycles require more than one trip to the ER, which isn't fun.  Two cycles have landed us inpatient in the past.  Thankfully the hospital that we go to has been very good and very understanding the times that we've had to go.  They are gentle and take good care of my kiddo. 

Ugh.  I hate seeing Tanner this way.  I know it could be worse.  I really am thankful that it's only a week out of every four that she's miserable.  But it doesn't make the times she is sick any easier.  I just wish I could take it all away from her-I wish I could trade places with her and me be the one who is sick.  It's such a helpless feeling watching her get sick.  I hate how it interrupts our lives.  I hate that she's a pro at vomiting.  No one should be.

Here we go again, I'm afraid.