There’s absolutely no feeling in the world like your children’s pediatrician telling you that you need to pack a bag full of chargers, and food and head to the emergency room just in case you’re there for the long haul.
Baby boy is OKAY, but holy crap do I have some processing to do. I was hoping when we “checked in” and were waiting for a security escort, that any one of the nurses would take a look at him, send us home and tell us we didn’t need to be there- but that wasn’t the case. Seeing all the sick kids was heart breaking.
All the while making what will probably be the first hospital trip that my toddler semi remembers, a fun one! Saying things like, “look they have flowers in their room!” And, “wow, the ambulance is bringing that sick boy in with his dad bc he needs to be seen like your brother is being seen”. I mean, is saying those things even appropriate? Life at any given moment is always teaching.
Even more so, making sure Jon and I are both our kids’ rock through this, is so hard. Who gets to stay with the baby in the room to comfort him as they suction out all the snot? Who puts their game face on and goes for a “fun” walk with the toddler?
AND THEN, having to make the decision of what route to go in terms of treatment plan. Straight to medicine or trust their his little body? More on that later.
But fuckkkkk, what a day yesterday was. •
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