It's been a scary week for the Gowder group. I got the dreaded phone call from Dr. Dorsey's office Monday, "Your son tested positive for MRSA". I couldn't even respond to her. I hung up, my jaw stuck in the open position.
My mother died in 2005 after a 2 year battle with MRSA. It attacked every part of her body until it finally got in her blood. She could no longer fight and on Dec 8th, 2005, she went to heaven.
So, to hear the words, "your son has MRSA" scared me beyond words. How can my happy, healthy, vibrant 3 year old have something so horrible? Could he die? Is he contagious? What about Brooke-is she at risk?
After many tears, much research and several phone calls to the dr, I felt at ease with this diagnosis. Ok, not with the dx, but with the prognosis! Perhaps, this is the reason his body has resisted all medications and he continues to itch? And, thank God we caught it while is was only on his skin. So, we started a hardcore antibiotic regiment that will last 21 long days. So far, he's doing great. His skin is as clear and soft as a newborn baby. He slept a couple nights for 7 hours. That is h.u.g.e for us these days!!! The past 2 nights haven't been as sleep-filled, but here's hoping tonight is better.
Speaking of, I think I'll try to get some sleep while the little guy snoozes. Who knows how long it will last!