"Just when you think things can't get any worse.... "

I should have never typed that the other day. Because that's just asking for things to get worse.

And they did. After the last post, ZuZu's symptoms came back full-force. We had had one great week of more normal (although not completel normal) stools. Then on Monday afternoon, she began passing thick, dark green mucus. That has continued through this morning.

And then this morning, while she was sitting happily next to me while I worked, she started projectile vomiting.

And we still haven't heard whether she will be covered by our insurance. If she's not covered by tomorrow, we will have to pay 75% up front. The consultation appointment alone could be $500. And if they want to do a scope or scan or anything tomorrow, we are going to have to wait, because we don't have thousands of dollars to just hand over (our bat issue kinda took care of that).

Every week that goes by just gets worse.

And I know I should have more faith than that. But it just doesn't seem like He's listening. At all. I feel completely abandoned.

And I just keep thinking, "What if she doesn't get covered, and they find something? What if we can't afford to make her better?"

And poor Moses. With everything that has been going on, he hasn't gotten the attention I woud like to give him. And he just keeps saying, "No more cryings, Mommy."