Here. Again. What a long and miserable week. Cohen and Rory both got sick right before New Year’s, and I was worried about Cohen’s cough so I took him in. I was told it was just a virus, and we’d have to wait it out, but over the weekend he took a turn for a worse and really worried us a couple of times. Monday morning, I actually debated taking him in because he seemed to be doing so much better than the day before, but decided to take him anyway. From the doctor’s office, we were sent to the hospital when his oxygen level was down to 82. It was later confirmed that he had RSV. The first night in the hospital, I didn’t sleep at all. I laid there staring at his monitor, watching it go up and down for hours, as I prayed and prayed that he’d get over this quickly and we’d be out of there soon. Turns out, God was testing my patience because we spent the next three nights and four days in the hospital; ironically, in the same exact room Rory had been in just over a year ago. When we arrived, we were greeted by the same nurses, too. I told them, “No offense, but I was hoping I’d never see you two again.”
We’ve been home since Thursday afternoon, and I feel like I am finally catching up on my rest, but I have two cards full of photos that I’ve taken since Christmas waiting to be downloaded, Christmas decorations needing to be taken down and put away, a mess of a house, an inbox full of emails waiting to be answered…I could go on, but all I care about right now is getting a decent meal on the table for my family and spending time with them. I HATE when we can’t all be together, and those three nights were awful in that respect. Not being able to tuck Rory into bed at night. Not getting to sleep in the bed next to my husband.
Ever since Cohen was born, I have complained more than once about how I hate the rush of getting everyone out the door in the morning; I hate the stress of coming home, making supper, trying to keep the kids happy, bath, bedtime, get everything ready for the next day, etc. It is stressful and exhausting, and some days I feel like I don’t want to do it anymore. But this week I learned a lesson. That is our normal. I have nothing to complain about. Life could be so much more stressful and much worse. From now on, I will appreciate the chaos that goes into each and every day, and find the positive in it. As long as my kids are healthy, and my husband is beside me, life is good.
I cannot thank our family and friends enough for all the thoughts and prayers this week. It really means so much to know that you have people out there thinking about you and wishing you the best. So thank you so, so much.