All of the month of November, there has been one type of sickness or another running rampant through our household. The stomach bug to the sniffles. Being passed from one person to the next, then back around again and again. Damn sickness riding us like a carousel.
I’ve always been scared for Ethan to get his first cold. Nothing is more scarier than a NICU mama and daddy hearing your baby has to go back to the hospital. Joel knows that if/when it does happen, I’ll be a wreck. I know everything will be fine, but the stress of my NICU PTSD kicks in and all hell breaks loose.
Being a preemie mama, you get used to the endless amount of doctor appointment your baby has throughout the month. But holy dang! In about a 2 week span, we were at his pediatricians 4 times. I was beginning to feel like one of those crazy mama’s who over does it with the “Whats wrong with my baby”. Poor Ethan got a cold so bad that he received a steroid shot, Tylenol and was on breathing treatments for 2 weeks because he was coughing and whizzing so bad. And times when he couldn’t breath because he was so congested.
We were doing okay with the light colds here and there along with having the stomach bug. But holy cow, this past week has hit all of us hard. Ethan started to throw up just as bad as he was doing before he got on his reflex medicine. It’s so hard as a mom to watch your child go through something like this and not be able to do more for his than whats already being done.
But we did it. Joel and I survived Ethan’s first cold. Especially without hearing the words, “hospital” and “go to the ER”. I’m also thankful that it took 7 months to happen.