Rough week

My kids are no strangers to getting pretty sick. We can have long stretches in between, but when it hits, it's usually pretty bad. This past week was no exception, and I am exhausted. I have gotten an average of 3 hours of sleep a night, cleaned up more puke out of hair, clothes and sheets than I'd care to, and given lots of tylenol. Things are on the mend, hallelujah. 

This was the start of it all. Puke all over me while rocking her to sleep.

4 nights in a row I slept on the pull out couch with Waa while Clara slept with Erwin.

Long day naps are a huge sign something is wrong. Wa'a's all started with a cough.

Wa'a had a fever of 100-101 degrees for 3 days straight. Meds only helped for a little while.

They found comfort in each other.

Now, I am not the mom who thinks my kid just has a cough and then nurses them back to health with some cough syrup and rest. That is because with my kids (mostly Wa'a) it is never just a cough. So the fact that I waited 4 days to take him to see the Dr, was new for me. On day 4 of fever and cough, my mommy gut screamed to take him in. He was lethargic, wheezy, feverish and coughing.

His oxygen stats were so low, that they gave him two rounds of a nebulizer. When that didn't work to help him breathe, they got worried. It broke my heart to see him struggle and so sad.

We got him on his asthma meds and a heavy steroid right away. He also had a double ear infection, which explained the fever. He didn't cry or complain about his ears once, so I felt so bad.

Daddy stayed home from work and was a huge help. This is round one of breathing treatments.

Clara's cough sounded awful so they were nice and checked her out too. She was a stinker.

They wanted to see Wa'a back the next day to check his stats. I was late to the appt, and didn't know why my mind wasn't in the right place. I dragged a crying and whining Wa'a and a poopy Clara out the door and hurried back to the Dr. I changed Clara in the office, and tried everything in my power to get her to stop slamming all the drawers all while trying to get Wa'a to stop crying so loud. It was a rough appt. But Wa'a's lungs sounded much better and we were cleared to go home and finish meds.

This picture sums up how we each felt.

The rest of the day was spent with both kids crying their eyes out and both fighting to be held. It was such a rough day. Bed time came SO early and I was grateful.

He usually is so good at taking his meds. Not this time.

I am so grateful for modern medicine and the ability to be there for my babies when they feel awful.