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.