Oh wow, we've had so much fun around here the last 3 days, I
don't know where to start in telling you about it. Nah, just kiddin, it has
totally sucked. I was sick with a head cold and even worse, sweet boy got sick,
too. Breaks my heart to see him all puny and miserable. He just looks so awful.
Colby had gone to school Wednesday. That night he started with a high heart
rate, very high actually. It continued to get worse from there. Blaaaaaah. Colby
missed school Thursday and Friday. I cancelled my Endocrinology appointment on
Thursday and missed work Friday. I was up through the night giving Colby cough treatments,
and along with being sick myself was pretty much exhausted for a couple days. No
way in this world I could've gotten Colby to the pediatrician. We were both too
yucky to get it done. Luckily the pediatrician trusts me enough that when I
called and said hey, Colby is sick, please and thank you call him in an
antibiotic, he did. Good man. Colby had a much better day yesterday but has
struggled a little today. But his fever is gone and his secretions are back to
a nice clear color. Yellow/green secretions, not cool. So slowly but surely
he's getting better. What took me 3 days to get over will probably take Colby 7-10.
Another way SMA sucks. A little head cold can totally knock an SMA kiddo down
and out. "Not fair" is an understatement.
There you have it, our last few days. Oh yeah, my birthday
was Thursday. Woop-dee-doo. I could have cared less. All I wanted to do was nap
and breathe through my nose. Hoping to do some celebrating next week since I'm
feeling better. I got lots of nice cards, texts and phone calls. I've fortunate
to have so many people care about me and remember my birthday. My BFF stopped
by after work and brought me flowers, broccoli cheese soup from Panera and
bread pudding from The Café. She knows me well and yes, it made me feel better!
Anxious to see what tomorrow brings. If Colby is doing okay,
I'll go in and work some. I don't know though. If he feels the way tomorrow that
he did today, I'll stick by close. So many times over the last couple of days
I'd walk into Colby's room and his heart rate would immediately drop 10 or so
points. Aaaaah, he wanted me in there with him, and that makes me feel warm and
fuzzy all over. He may be Mr. Big Shot 12-Year-Old, but at times he still needs
his mama.
Time to get kid in bed. I possibly see a nice hot bubble
bath in my immediate future. I think I deserve one, don't you?
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