Let’s just say we’ve had a rough go of things this month. It hasn’t been all bad, but it’s been mighty challenging to say the least.
Little man has been sick so much lately and it’s been one awful roller coaster The first round back in January (when we both were sick with the flu and Norovirus) was pretty bad. He was a mess and I was right there with him (thankfully not at the same time).
Earlier this month he caught another virus and when we took him to the Urgent Care (because he threw up on me for the fourth time in 24 hours) the doctor told us to be prepared for it to last 10 days. Yes, ten whole days. The hubs and I kind of thought the doctor was kidding/crazy/on crack and reacted as such, which is never a good idea. He left us with a, “Well, what do I know?”
Point taken, Doc.
Turns out he did know. Poor little peanut was sick for a solid ten days and ended up getting bronchitis with a touch of asthma and had to do three days of nebulizer treatments, two times a day. Now anyone who has had to give their child the nebi knows how awful it is. Not only does it scare the crap out of the kid, but the meds (little man was on two – one steroid and another one to open up his lungs) cause them to be irritable, hyper and not want to eat because it gives them a metallic taste in their mouth. He completely lost his appetite and pretty much stopped eating and drinking… after already having a significant loss of appetite from the virus that occurred before the bronchitis. So, my little man who is barely 20 lbs at 16 months old lost just over a pound through this whole ordeal. His 6-12 months pants he’s been wearing for just about a year now are falling off his bum and he looks like a little old (but cute) man.
Last Friday (day 2 of nebi treatments) I basically had it with the treatments and stopped them simply because he needed to eat and needed to get better, and as far as I was concerned he wasn’t going to get better until he started eating. He was awful and I was just as hot of a mess as he was.
Now I’m going to be very, very honest with you. There’s nothing like being a grown woman crying on the floor of your kitchen with your toddler crying in hysterics as your mom walks in and – bless her soul – practically thinks someone has died because of the catastrophic scene of seeing your grown daughter at her wits end on the kitchen floor with everything pulled out of the fridge in a dire effort to try to get her child to eat something. Anything.
You’ve never seen a hotter mess than that.
We ended up making it through Friday though. He was in much better spirits by the afternoon and was his normal self and eating boatloads by Saturday. Here’s the little trouble-maker enjoying his first corn dog on Saturday.
And then I popped a blood vessel in my eye.
Yes, I realize an eye hemorrhage is not nearly as big a deal as 10+ days of some awful virus and the residual effects, but seriously. I have no idea how it happened. I basically finally looked in the mirror Wednesday afternoon and was shocked. I’m pretty much a Yeti now. Yay me.
I’m guessing the only way from here is up, right?