Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Illness With a Family

When I'm sick I just want to sit or lay around. I used to do just that. But, while I may have had that luxury back when my name didn't have "'s Mommy" in it, it is no longer an option. Squiggle has been sick for a couple of weeks. It didn't seem to bother her, so it didn't bother me. But lately she has seemed cranky and has developed a cough. Then she passed it to me and her baby brother, Wriggly.

So three of the four of us are sick. The only one I'm really worried about is the baby. Sometimes I feel like I'm going to choke on my own phlegm. (Sorry about that over-share.) And I have had years of practice. My two-month-old does not have the coping mechanisms that I do. If I have times that I am afraid of choking, how must he feel? I must admit I'm terrified that he will choke on his mucous and I'll lose him.

For some reason I have worries with Wriggly that I never had with Squiggle. I never had much of the typical first time mom worry. Perhaps it was because she was so miserable that we were in survival mode the entire first half of her first year. Zombies don't seem to have much ability to think. But Wriggly is so much easier that I get enough sleep to be able to think. And for me, with thought comes worry.

He's had two coughing fits that have had me considering the ER. Both have passed within minutes. I've since learned that I can use my syringe bulb to suction out his mouth as well as his nose. This has eased my mind a bit. It may be a false sense of capability. After all, I have no idea how to do it or if it would help. But having a course of action other than panicking makes me feel better. So if he loses the ability to breath after a coughing fit I intend to dive in there with my trusty blue bulb as my husband calls 911. But I pray it doesn't come to that. And I doubt it will.

On a more productive note, I made chicken soup. I know it won't directly help the baby, but it will help the rest of us. And our improved health can only benefit him.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Revenge of the Virus

The cold is still here. Squiggle seemed like she was getting better, then she got noticeably worse. On Thursday we took her to the doctor. She confirmed that it was probably a cold, but to bring her back in if the cough didn't clear up in a week. I asked about Wriggly; what symptoms I should bring him in for. She said to bring him in if his congestion got so bad it interfered with his drinking.

The weekend was rough. Squiggle has been more difficult than usual and I feel so bad for her. Her sleep is all over the place. She is sleeping more than usual, but at odd times. Staying up with her at 2 am makes the next day with Wriggly exhausting. I thank God that Wriggly, who usually needs to be held at night, has slept through being put down so I can care for his sister.

The bad news is that Wriggly and I have both fallen ill. My illness is just inconvenient, but I am very concerned about my baby. He is only two months old. I guess this is proof that breastfed babies can still get sick. Hearing his coughing fits and his chest rattle when he breathes is worrisome. I am afraid he will choke on his phlegm. It's terrifying.

We have been sleeping in Grandma's room. (She cleverly planned a trip to visit her other grandchildren before things got bad here.) It is smaller and the humidifier works better in there. It also cuts down on the disturbances to Daddy. He hasn't gotten bad yet, and I'd like to keep it that way.

Last night I stayed up with him until 3 or so in the morning. I was prepared to stay up all night holding him, but when his breathing sounded better I decided to sleep. I figured that any change in his breathing would wake me and I knew I'd need the rest.

I'm praying that my children get better very soon. Worrying about them is much worse than being sick myself.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Cold #1

My family has been attacked. Squiggle was the first one to catch it. She held onto it a while, but being a sweet girl, she decided to share. Daddy, then Mommy, then Wriggly all have joined her in her fun.

For some reason, each time someone in my household gets sick, I believe I can escape it. Sure I say I expect to succumb, but I must not really believe it. I say this because I am always a bit surprised to wake up with a sore throat.

As a child I was always sick. There were phases I went through; croup, ear infections, strep throat, etc. I'd go to school, catch the first thing going around and just keep catching any available virus or bacteria until summer break. It didn't get better until I graduated high school.

Since then things have been better, but I still get sick fairly regularly. There have been two times in my life that I have been healthy. One was when I was downing Shaklee vitamins literally by the handful, three times a day. The other was when I drank a daily fruit smoothie. The first was stopped due to finances, those pills weren't cheap. (I did learn to take 9 pills in a gulp though. Not sure how that would be useful but still, it's a skill.) There's no good reason why I stopped the smoothies. I just did.

I'm going to try to get in the habit of making daily smoothies again. My family loves them and they aren't complicated or even very expensive. They say that kids average about eight and adults average about four colds a year. I'm going to strive for my family to be below average. We'll see how it goes.