first sickness strikes
It’s been a very rough week and a half around here. K’s first cold hit with a vengeance. It started off with a fever, but then turned into a horrific cough. The worst part of it all (besides the lack of sleep) has been that she will often cough after drinking a bottle, which then results in her vomiting everything back up. After 5 days of the cough, I took her back in to see the doctor and they diagnosed her with bronchiolitis, so we started breathing treatments.
I don’t think there is any worse feeling than when your child is miserable and there’s not much you can do about it.
There’s been a few times this last week when I was on the brink of losing it all. One particular night, Scott was gone at a work function so I was home alone with the kids. I fed Kressa and then she threw up all over me. I finally got her to sleep and was pre-heating the oven to cook a pizza when the smoke alarms went off and she woke up crying. The only solace in all of this is that D has been such a good boy lately and he was quietly entertaining himself while I was tending to cleaning up vomit.
I’m glad to say that she is finally on the mend, just in time for Thanksgiving!