Cries In The Night

Nothing tears a parent out of sleep faster than the high pitched cry of pain coming from one of their children. Nothing in this world compares to that noise. It is heartbreaking and causes adrenaline to pump through your veins like nothing else.

Middle of the night the cry came. It was Matty, it’s funny to think with 5 kids I can tell from the cry who it is, and how urgent it was. And with Matty any cry except his tired cry is that of concern. So little makes him or William cry. I’ve seen them fall and hurt themselves and get up and walk away while I am left cringing at the blood dripping from the scrapes, so when the blood crudling cry cut the night silence I had to going running.

The yeast levels in his little body are out of control again. We’ve upped the amount of probiotics he takes each day, in hopes it will fight back against the fungus overtaking his system. His little backside has broken out in a wicked red, bleeding rash in just hours, and so to the emergency room I go with a screaming 2 year old in tow.

During the drive he zones out, the crying is gone and all that is left is a zoned out little guy staring out the window, unresponsive to mommy or anything around him.

The wait was minimal and he was cooperative. We get him into his bed and it’s just too much. Now comes the tears, the bitting and the hitting, all the noises and lights seem to torture him, and he lets me know it.

The nurse comes and he settles, not one for strangers he goes dead quiet. She tries to get him to interact, but nothing, he just clings to me and stares into space. Nothing else is around in his little world.

So home we go with a prescription and words of care. He interacts more than most children she’s seen, he’ll grow out of it, all the normal words of wisdoms from doctors who just don’t seem to know what to say.

So we up the probiotics, and add in a very expensive (anyone know a good insurance company in Canada for prescriptions?) cream to the regime, and have to try underwear or something to allow the area to breathe, great… he’s not potty trained, only goes on it when and if he chooses without rythme or reason. Messes here we come.

But all is a day in my life, when awoken by cries in the night.