Adventures in Parenting, Part Sickness
Somewhere between 2:30am and 4am when I was up for the third time with a coughing kid I realized that I was in one of those Not-So-Nice-Parenthood-Moments. One of the moments where I wonder how I can even function or will function the next day--and then somehow I do. All be it, much more slowly and grouchier, but I manage.
It's the nasty cold that is going around. The runny nose. Fever. And of course the cough. Now a cough for a normal kid is nothing to jump and wave your arms around about. But for my kid--and his constant battle with infant asthma--we have problems. Problems named Abuteral and breathing treatments. When an inkling of a cough is heard, we rush to the nebulizer and our routines begin.
This time around, technically, I should be happy. After 3 nights of constant treatments every four hours, snuggles, and a few tears, the cold just might be a cold and nothing more. Which would be a first in the past 2 years for us. No chest infections. No Predlisone. No pneumonia. What a miracle. But in my head, when I am up for the sixth time for the third night in a row--I wonder what I got myself into.
It's the nasty cold that is going around. The runny nose. Fever. And of course the cough. Now a cough for a normal kid is nothing to jump and wave your arms around about. But for my kid--and his constant battle with infant asthma--we have problems. Problems named Abuteral and breathing treatments. When an inkling of a cough is heard, we rush to the nebulizer and our routines begin.
This time around, technically, I should be happy. After 3 nights of constant treatments every four hours, snuggles, and a few tears, the cold just might be a cold and nothing more. Which would be a first in the past 2 years for us. No chest infections. No Predlisone. No pneumonia. What a miracle. But in my head, when I am up for the sixth time for the third night in a row--I wonder what I got myself into.
Labels: kid, motherhood, sickness
