AND I was out of Motrin. Tylenol seems to do little for Ellie's migraines, though I gave her some anyway. That is how I spent the wee hours between 2 and 5 am last night, finally going in to wake Dave up for shift change. Ellie was up again at 7:45am. She wanted to sleep on me. Sometimes it's the only thing that calms her and I sit up and hold her on my lap as she buries her face in my shoulder. I love holding her and am glad it is soothing to her. The clonus is much less but my lower back suffers as it gets compressed under her weight which after hours of this has got to be 40 pounds.
When I was 21 I backpacked around Europe and my pack weighed 40 pounds and Ellie feels about the same. That's pretty heavy when it's just solid weight on you, like a 40 pound back pack resting on your stomach and thighs for hours...
Ellie has been up and tossing and turning and complaining all morning. I gave her some coconut milk and tried to get her to eat but it's a no go. Dave went out and got some store brand motrin (because the name brand has been recalled because of dosing issues - great - another thing to worry about) and we are waiting for that to kick in. I really wish I knew the trigger. It's hard to pin point. We did take her out for ice cream and she had some vanilla yogurt and she had chicken soup last night for the first time... We are going to give her Zofran now to stop the nausea so she can eat. Did I mention how much I hate these migraines?
Dave and I also finally came to some conclusions about the accessibility of our house and what to do. We were considering a stair lift so that Ellie could keep her upstairs bedroom but decided in the end to build out our back covered patio. It'll be as big as her bedroom now but a better layout actually. With her room there, we can put in a ceiling track and Ellie will have access to the whole first floor which will also have the accessible shower. I will not miss carrying her up and down the stairs. The room will have big windows and face out toward our rock garden and back hill, which is wild now but will have to be tamed. And if there is ever an emergency it will be much safer, faster, and easier to get her out of the house. It's nice to finally decide. The weight issue of this whole situation is number 3 behind death and lack of sleep. I have worried about it so much. But with things like ceiling tracks, it may be manageable. Ceiling tracks and back boot camp stretching and weight lifting. Taking care of yourself is important anyway for anyone, but seems to make all the difference in my situation thought not fool proof as the pain I am feeling now is evidence.
It's so hard to know what to do. Our house is this living constantly morphing thing.
I don't think we will make it to T-ball today. Oh, and Google's spell check, should know how to spell clonus!