When Buddy’s sick, Everyone Suffers!
Sorry I’ve been a big fat slacker on my blog recently. Life has a way of kicking you right in the ass from time to time; and right now is one of those times for me.
Buddy’s been under the weather for about 3 weeks now – which hasn’t exactly been helping out with his behavior issues at school – which also has me frustrated beyond belief – And to top it off; 3 nights ago, whatever bug he’s been flirting around with decided to rage into full destructo-mode.
So unfortunately for Buddy (and everyone else in the house), sleep has been hard to come by. Combine all that with a few extra lbs and WTF zits on my face and I’m in one hot funk of an emotional mess right now.
Buddy getting sick comes as no surprise though as this is the usual time of year the shit storm begins. To put it mildly… winters straight up suck balls in our house!
Unfortunately, Buddy’s health has always been problematic ever since he was a baby. Two years ago, he had pneumonia seven times… yes, you heard me right… SEVEN mf’n times! And two out of the seven required him to be admitted into the hospital. I don’t remember, but I’m pretty sure we didn’t sleep AT ALL from about December thru late April that year.
Thankfully, between a year round preventative combo of Pulmicort and Albuterol nebulizer treatments + allergy drops and Flonase (even when healthy), we managed to have a fairly mild winter last year – Thank God!! He was even able to fight off a couple colds himself without it morphing into something that required antibiotics or oral steroids – Which is HUGE because if your child has ever been put on an oral steroid; you’re all too aware of the scary demon child your once loving and sweet baby can turn into!
But even with all the preventative measures we take, he still can get pretty sick from time to time. And when it gets really bad, that means long sleepless nights of constant coughing and breathing treatments for us!
As a mother, I can’t even begin to describe how frustrating it is to watch your child suffer through coughing fit after coughing fit – to the point of gagging and heaving – knowing that beyond a dose of codeine based cough med, multiple breathing treatments, countless drinks of water, and propping him up as high as possible to sleep, I’m rendered helpless in providing Buddy any sort of relief while we wait for the antibiotics to start kicking in or the virus to run its course.
Every time I hear him cough I get pissed! I get pissed that he has to go through this; I get pissed that I have to go through this; I get pissed that he’s had to go through this so many times before; I get pissed that there is nothing I can do to make him feel better or speed up his recovery beyond what’s available to me.
What I am thankful for though, is that compared to other children with syndrome he’s relatively healthy. I’m thankful that even when he is sick (unless he’s on oral steroids) he handles all the meds we cram down his throat like a champ; I’m thankful for having a husband who is willing to get up and help me with Buddy when it’s been a long night; but what I’m most thankful for is that Buddy has always made a full recovery.
Though we’ve had some rough times and one major scare (I’ll write about that eventually); in the grand scheme of things we are very fortunate. Every time I find myself getting really down or upset, I try and remind myself to count my blessings; because things could always be worse!