Our boy has been sick for a week with a cold–a brutal cold that has had him feverish and clingy–we’re talking must-be-in contact-with-a-mom-all-day-long-and-most-of-the-night clingy. After thirty seconds or so of being put down, we have heard the refrain, “Pick you up and hug you, hug you!” It’s been an exhausting week. We thought he had turned a corner, but then last night, he spiked another fever as he coughed and coughed, and when I came into his room, he climbed into my lap repeating what I always tell him when he’s needing comfort, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” He was burning up and sick as can be.
We got him to the doctor this morning, predicting croup or ear infections. Instead, the diagnosis was a little more surprising: pneumonia with a double ear infection chaser. We were sent him with a handful of prescriptions. Today we learned what our kid is like on prednisolone, something we’ll not be giving to him again. He suddenly acted as though he was healed. Nothing was wrong with him. (Except for his high fever that hadn’t gotten the message.) He was ready to run around outside, play with every toy he has, chase the cats. We kept him as still as we could, but this false health eventually collapsed him into nearly three hours of napping. On top of all this, he was monster-child, hitting me, scratching me, and otherwise being a crazy little critter neither my wife nor I recognized. Fortunately, he’s also responding well to his inhaler, so we’re going to stick with that unless things get worse again. Oh, the decisions we have to make as parents.
I’m so sad that my boy is enduring another year of sick. It seems any time he is in contact with other kids, he ends up with a month of illness. I’m told this means that he’s developing his immune system, that eventually, like so many other kids, his health will even out and he’ll have a few colds a year without much fanfare.
But that isn’t the case now, and I’m feeling a little whiney myself because while I’m not sick (yet), and my wife is not sick (yet), today marked the end of my one break from work all year long, and half of that break, the part during which I planned on having loads of fun with my little family of three, we were holed up trying to get our boy healthy.
On New Year’s Eve, we celebrated three years since our positive pregnancy test, and even though we were all suffering from some serious cabin fever, my wife and I felt so blessed to spend the end of our year watching over this:
I can tell you that there were multiple New Year’s Eves when I would have given anything to be staying home with a child, even a sick child. It doesn’t escape me even now, with my son all kinds of crazy and sick that we are so blessed to have this little guy in our lives. So I’ll take the all-day hug-a-thons, the endless trails of snot, the waking up to soothe our sick boy back to sleep. I’ll take it all because every moment with this boy is gold.