It's a quarter to one in the morning and Phoebe and I are still rattling around this old house! I have discovered that it's pointless to close my eyes until she has finally surrendered to the Sand Man. Her skin is in terrible condition. It's painful just to look at her little feet and hands. So, while she is watching 24/7 Nick Jr., I am scouring the Internet looking for the missing link to cure her "boo-boos".
My late night searches have only brought me to the conclusion that....I need to go to bed earlier! Google is a dangerous thing! I really should back away from the keyboard and leave diagnosing my daughter to the experts. I could spend these additional hours doing something productive, like cleaning. Oh, but that's way out of my comfort zone!
The fact that Phoebe doesn't know anything different, her skin has been this way since the day she was born, should bring me some comfort. Her name literally means "radiant"...She is the brightest, sweetest and most lovable child you could ever meet. Her eyes twinkle with mischief and mayhem, and boy does she deliver! But as her mama, I long for relief from this chronic eczema battle. I've done everything the doctor told me to do and still her feet look like meatloaf! If another well meaning person tells me to try an oatmeal bath or moisturizer, I might have to bite them! I am disheartened that there doesn't seem to be a solution. However, Phoebe doesn't seem to be as frustrated, this is just the way it is.
"Come on Mom, watch T.D. with me!" She is my radiant fire fly...We light up the night together!
Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God. Philippians 4:6