Remember that card game? War?
Well, I can’t get that chant out of my head ’cause this momma is blazing a mental attack against illness.
Okay, let’s break this down, shall we?
The week before Christmas, Brian and I went to Old Town Alexandria for a getaway with Bennett. We noticed something near his anus that felt like a hard pea under the surface. (First – and hopefully the last – time I’ve needed to use the word “anus” on Square Piece.) We kept a careful eye on this and it seemed to soften in a couple days.
Then we had Christmas. Brian and I went to four Christmas get-togethers in under 24 hours. During that time, my darling son got passed from one adoring relative to the next. The following Friday – his two month birthday – he received his first vaccination. That day, post shot, he slept and slept and slept and slept… and developed a fussier, crankier attitude, unfamiliar to my sweet baby.
Eventually he started sneezing and coughing and developed a pathetic runny nose. Within minutes, so did I. Simultaneously, that little lump on his tushy became harder, bigger, redder and angrier.
The Wednesday following his vaccination, we went back to the pediatrician to check out his rear end… AGAIN. This time she was concerned that the area we had been watching had turned into an abscess.
Then commenced prescriptions, both oral and external.
Two days later we had to return for a follow up and, indeed, the abscess now appeared smaller and my boy seemed like himself again. Except…
That cough. I had her check his chest, front and back, and the pediatrician was sure that she heard no signs of congestion there. It was strictly contained in his sinuses. I was instructed to carry on with the snot-sucking-bulb routine and the saline drops (done and done).
But today…? I SWEAR I feel rattling in his chest. And now I want to kill something. I want to detonate some explosives and take sickness with my bare hands and strangle it. If I feel this way with my infant who still has yet to come down with a fever of any sort, I can’t imagine what parents must feel when their children come down with even scarier, life-threatening conditions. Worse yet, when those conditions can’t be overcome.
Since Bennett’s two month birthday, in order to keep him well, I have at times
- soaked his feet in hot(ish) water
- used vaporing wash for him to inhale
- set him in his tub over steaming vapor water to inhale
- held the hot, vapory wash cloth in front of his nose for him to inhale
- hovered vapor rub in a jar over his napping/nursing face (since you can’t use it on them until three months of age)
- sucked out his snotties
- given him saline drops in his nose
- put garlic in his socks overnight
- measured and administered antibiotics twice a day, orally
- applied his prescription cream on his tushy twice (or more) a day
- held hot compresses on his bare (sometimes pooting) bottom several times a day
- patted his chest (especially when coughing) to help his coughs be more productive
- adjusted my diet to hopefully provide more quality breast milk
- given him gas drops, gripe water and vitamin D drops
- wiped him with a damp, cool rag when mysterious, tiny red dots appear on his skin and almost just as quickly disappear
- run the humidifier in his nursery
- taken his temperature… just to be sure
- added or removed articles of clothing to ensure he’s comfortable
- lysoled the house and kept hand sanitizer within reach so that I’m not giving him any buggies
- prayed for complete wellness
Not to mention the regular maintenance routine of
- loving cuddles
- lots of breastfeeding
- countless diaper changes
- obsessing over his hat covering his ears if we have to leave the house
- checking his breathing while he naps
- monitored tummy time
- filing his nails while he sleeps
- getting him a more comfortable vehicle to grow up in (ok, that might’ve been for me, too *wink*wink*)
- thanking the Lord for our blessings
To be clear, if Bennett struggles with winter sicknesses, I certainly don’t want it to be on account my negligence. But – dang it – every time I hear that pathetic, little cough, I want to shake my fist at something. Brian’s more nonchalant about the fact that we all get sick in life.
“Ppppppbbbbbbttttthhhhh… Take THAT, coughs and sneezes!”