This is what was on my feisty baby girl when she was born, a perfectly shaped heart birthmark. That's love right! Farrah was born in November of 2009. She was gorgeous, and a surprise! We thought, just by feeling, that we were having a boy the whole time. When they said it's a girl, my husband and I both cried and tried to take in the fact that we had a daughter! He has 2 boys from a previous marriage and we had a son before her. I think that he thought he only made boys. So, it was quite a shock, but a wonderful and amazing one.
Farrah was a sweet and beautiful baby. When she slept 22 out of the 24 hours of the day I panicked, calling my aunt Jeanne. Oddly, I couldn't remember if this was normal or not. My son was only 2 and 1/2 at the time, but I had already forgotten what it was like to have a newborn.
She ate like a champ, a little too champy actually. She would nurse until she burst, literally! She would be happily nursing in the middle of the night and her internal "I'm full" button was broken, so she would projectile vomit EVERY where. It would mean a complete change of clothes for me, her, and the bed. You never quite new when it was going to happen, so I tried to regulate her feedings since she seemed to have trouble with it at times.
Colin, her brother, was very good with her. He's not so much anymore lol, but that is sibling love for you.
She was almost never sick, maybe once in the time leading up to her first experience with MRSA, but otherwise healthy as a horse.
I wanted to get our story out on the internet because when I was going through our fight with MRSA I turned to the internet, and the doctors, and the specialists. Answers are vague at best. The internet was terrible!!! I couldn't seem to find one positive MRSA story. They were all horrible with talk of rotting flesh, packed wounds, infection after infection, death. I have general anxiety as it is, so the internet was not my friend. I would just make myself sick over these stories that people had. I would sleep next to her at night and sob praying to God to keep her healthy. Whether you believe in God or not won't really be discussed here though. I believe in God, and I pray. Sometimes it's such a touchy subject.
Anyways, I wanted to get our story out to let people know, who might be going through it at this moment, that it can get better and it can end. There is hope. There are good stories. I want to share and celebrate the fact that Farrah is alive and well, and has been MRSA free for almost 2 years. I can't tell you for sure if the things that I know work for sure and that is why it has not come back. I am not a doctor or a health professional. All I know is what I've learned from the doctors and my own research, but who knows. Maybe there is something in here that someone hasn't thought of. Maybe there is something in this blog that you haven't tried. Or maybe there is just hope.
