“And I would have stayed up with you all night…” (The Fray)
Funny…my nights are filled with constant coughing.
Wet washcloths to the forehead.
Pulse oximetry.
Puking of mucus.
Pedialyte.
Medication.
Pillows.
My little dude is not doing so hot.
His lungs aren’t doing their job very well.
There’s Lysol, medications, inhalers, nebulizers, steroids, antibiotics… and yet, it’s not all working too well.
When you read this, I am not sure if we’ll be home or at the hospital.
I don’t want to be at the hospital… it scares me.
I don’t want him to go in with one thing and contract something else.
I don’t want to feel like I can’t take care of him.
I don’t want to fight with nurses who treat me like a nobody.
I don’t want to even think that I might lose my child.
This week.
The love.
The conversations.
The hope.
The tears.
The struggle.
The cuddle.
What do you do when you really don’t know how to save a life?