Saturday, March 21, 2009

What an unexpected week...

This week was spring break for Chris and our 4th Anniversary and we had lots of stuff planned for our little family. We were going to work on the gardens (flower and vegetable), take Conner to Joplin to House of Bounce, and end up in Kansas City with a weekend full of fun stuff. Our plans all changed on Tuesday afternoon when my mom called and said Conner woke up from his nap and was having chest pains and trouble breathing. I came and got them and we raced to the emergency room, where he was diagnosed with pneumonia. We ended up staying two nights at the hospital with Conner hooked to an IV. I never in a million years thought I would have my two-year-old sick in a hospital. It broke my heart making him take medicine and trying to explain why we had to wheel around the IV machine and why we just couldn't go home. I felt like a terrible mother. I know everyone says there was nothing I could do...it was just a "bug" he got, but I still feel like I should have known something more. He only had a cold for less than a week, but I knew his cough was still there and I should have had him checked out. I was planning on taking him in on Monday, but he just acted like he felt perfectly fine Sunday night and all day Monday. I just thought the sickness was just still getting out of him and he was on the road to recovery. Boy was I wrong. So, we are now giving him breathing treatments four times a day and giving him very stong medicine. His chest x-ray is on Monday and hopefully everything will come out fine. In the meantime, I am trying my best to keep him satisfied with staying inside and not going to town. Who do you think will go insane first? Me or Conner?!
In the end, neither Chris or I really cared that we didn't get to go to KC or get to do anything special for our anniversary besides going out to eat in Pittsburg (my mom kept Conner). This whole thing just has reminded us both that we are a family now and will always be just that. We have absolutely no complaints about staying in those old, uncomfortable beds as long as we all have each other. So, even though our week didn't go as we had planned, it turned out to bring us all even closer together.

1 comments:

David and jill said...

Oh, Josie...I totally teared up when I read the last paragraph. That is just so sweet and a wonderful way of looking at it all. That little boy could not have asked for a better mama.