You've been so sick over the last couple of weeks and I am exhausted. I thought parenthood was a giant piece of cake up until this point but watching terrified as your child turns a bit blue in the mouth because she can't breathe slams you back down to ole Planet Earth from Cloud Nine pretty fast.
On Thursday, January 27th I picked you up from Gramma's after work and I noticed you had a little "wet" cough. On Friday, Gramma reported that it was obvious you were a little sick since you didn't eat very well. Saturday seemed a bit better. Then by Saturday night, we were in the ER. Sunday, urgent care. Monday, pediatrician's office. Those were the longest three days of my life. It was awful beyond words to see you so ill and not know what to do. It's clear by the way you look at me that you trust me to fix things. I'm the Mom. That's my job. But I couldn't fix this. All I could do was wait it out and help you along as much as possible.
Thank God. Thank God. Thank God. You are getting stronger and feeling better every day. I've been appalled by the amount of weight you lost while sick. I can see your little ribs and feel your little shoulder bones. I'm so happy you want to eat like a starving lion cub now. Hopefully you'll catch up to where you were soon.
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