And So It Goes

It‘s 2:45 am. We‘re trying to wean him off the oxygen, but his levels dropped while he slept and all the machines went off, waking him. He was not happy, to put it mildly.

I could hear the other babies on our floor respond to his howls, and a nurse came in to see if she could help calm him.

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Another Day in the Hospital

Martin reported that they both got decent sleep last night. That was good news when I went to the hospital this morning so that Martin could go to work.

About five minutes after he left for work, the team of doctors returned (of course), and were as cautiously optimistic as you‘d expect from German professionals.

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Healing

Proof he is 100 percent my child, of my flesh and blood … he refused to let go of the waffle. REFUSED. The nurse came with a new bag of antibiotics, to plug into his IV port, and the look he gave her as she reached for his hand was HILARIOUS … like, “Ma’am, you are gonna have to work around the breakfast food, sorrynotsorry.”

As he napped, he stirred every few moments to nibble on it with his eyes closed.

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Not Going Anywhere

I slept for a few hours, but I woke up feeling energized at midnight. No surprise: I was supposed to start working an overnight shift this week, and had adjusted my sleep schedule to accommodate.

So I’m putting the energy to use, doing what I do when I feel like I have no control over anything … CLEAN. Sanitizing ALL the things: surfaces, toys, stuffed animals. Laundry. Ironing Martin‘s work suits. Staying busy.

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Sick Boy

Our baby boy is very sick. What seemed to be a typical chest cold very rapidly became something different this morning, and he’s now at the children’s hospital hooked up to oxygen, fluids, and antibiotics.

They’ve ruled out the flu, RSV, and asthma, but it’s obviously a lung infection and we are going to be here for at least a week as they figure out how to get him feeling better. He’s miserable. Meanwhile, my stomach and heart feel clamped in a vice. I birthed such beautiful, strong boys with such big, brave hearts … and sensitive lungs. Ughhhhhh…

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But First,

For the first time in almost two weeks, I woke up this morning feeling like I‘m really FINALLY done with this flu business. We kept circulating variations of the crud. It’s what I get for living with so many walking germ factories. 

Sure, there’s a lingering cough, but I have energy.

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Skipping the Gym

This is usually the time I go into my gym and get moving, but two out of four of my ducklings aren’t feeling well, and they both prefer leaning on Mom while waiting for the meds to help. And I admit, an early-evening nap with a cuddly toddler is a lot more enjoyable than several sets of lunges and crunches.

One Man Down

Ah, I leave for just a few days, and Martin gets diagnosed with the flu. It’s hitting him hard: Miss C says he looks like a zombie. Fortunately, his Mom doesn’t need surgery, but needs to stay with us until her leg is fully healed. Meanwhile, Amanda and the kids are doing good, although the baby has a fever now. Hard to be away, especially when the baby is ill!

Photo of my boys watching TV last weekend. To be clear, the baby is holding a part of a stacking toy. Ha!

I’ll be home soon!

Worth It

Martin just called to report that Jaz came home from school with a headache, and is taking it easy on our couch.

Me: “That doesn’t sound like him. Oh my goodness, WHAT HAPPENED?!”

Martin: “Chill out, chill out. It’s okay. They were playing soccer, and he scored a goal for his team with his head.”

Jaz (in the background): “WORTH IT!”