I'm not dead. Yet.
Something happened between the pleasant holiday weekend away with family and the impending Tuesday morning blahs at work. And that something was a bout of pneumonia. Oh, not for me. For the kiddo. And yes. That. Quickly.
Two full days of laughing, playing, and giggling with the grandmas and grandpas had him exhausted and napping the entire 7 hour ride home. Now I am not going to say there weren't a few sneezes and coughs while recouping on Monday--there were. But nothing that would be warning for a bad case of pneumonia. But there it is-- Tuesday morning after a failed attempt at an Abuteral breathing treatment, we were shuttling off to the doctor's office expecting the normal chest infection (He's unfortunately had more than a handful in his life).
This time it was worse. And surprisingly pneumonia.
I'm not blaming myself--hell no--having children is like roulette. You just never know. And it is all up to chance with sickness, health, and all those 8 million bad habits they can pick up. And that is only from me. When school and other children are involved--the possibilities for messing him up are endless. This is only one virus. We can handle it this time.
At least he can. I'm teetering on a limb of insanity and being the doting mother I always wished I could be. I'm fortunate enough to work for a company that allows me to work from home with a sickly kid--so that in an of itself is a good thing. But for anyone who tries the whole work-with-a-sick-kid-thing (not to mention a toddler-turned-thirteen-year-old-with-sudden-opinions)--it ain't always easy. Combine that with the preparations for the garage sale event of the year (called partaking in a suburbia community garage sale)--well it is a miracle I am still standing. How many days are left before the weekend and relief in the form of a homeward husband?
Two full days of laughing, playing, and giggling with the grandmas and grandpas had him exhausted and napping the entire 7 hour ride home. Now I am not going to say there weren't a few sneezes and coughs while recouping on Monday--there were. But nothing that would be warning for a bad case of pneumonia. But there it is-- Tuesday morning after a failed attempt at an Abuteral breathing treatment, we were shuttling off to the doctor's office expecting the normal chest infection (He's unfortunately had more than a handful in his life).
This time it was worse. And surprisingly pneumonia.
I'm not blaming myself--hell no--having children is like roulette. You just never know. And it is all up to chance with sickness, health, and all those 8 million bad habits they can pick up. And that is only from me. When school and other children are involved--the possibilities for messing him up are endless. This is only one virus. We can handle it this time.
At least he can. I'm teetering on a limb of insanity and being the doting mother I always wished I could be. I'm fortunate enough to work for a company that allows me to work from home with a sickly kid--so that in an of itself is a good thing. But for anyone who tries the whole work-with-a-sick-kid-thing (not to mention a toddler-turned-thirteen-year-old-with-sudden-opinions)--it ain't always easy. Combine that with the preparations for the garage sale event of the year (called partaking in a suburbia community garage sale)--well it is a miracle I am still standing. How many days are left before the weekend and relief in the form of a homeward husband?
