We spent the weekend with my two year old Liam in the hospital. He suffers from infrequent but serious bouts of asthma. This is our third time in the hospital with him, and the strain of watching our beautiful child struggle to do something as basic as breathe is incredible.
We are home now, and I can't stop scooping him up for a listen, my ear pressed gently against his chest, alert for any slight wheezing.
I wake in the middle of the night and tiptoe into his room, hovering over his fire engine bed, just to listen to him breath normally. It has become my symphony, Liam's normal breathing.
For a little while we will be consumed with his medicines and getting him dosed on time. Craig gets the nebulizer ready for regular breathing treatments. We both try to convince this two year old, with little success, that he should sit and watch his videos for the day instead of running around like the toddler that he is.
I think about how much worse it could be and I am so thankful that he is home and on the mend. So for anyone that has to go through a serious illness with a child, I am sending my healing thoughts your way.
We are home now, and I can't stop scooping him up for a listen, my ear pressed gently against his chest, alert for any slight wheezing.
I wake in the middle of the night and tiptoe into his room, hovering over his fire engine bed, just to listen to him breath normally. It has become my symphony, Liam's normal breathing.
For a little while we will be consumed with his medicines and getting him dosed on time. Craig gets the nebulizer ready for regular breathing treatments. We both try to convince this two year old, with little success, that he should sit and watch his videos for the day instead of running around like the toddler that he is.
I think about how much worse it could be and I am so thankful that he is home and on the mend. So for anyone that has to go through a serious illness with a child, I am sending my healing thoughts your way.
4 comments:
Oh how difficult this much be, like pressure that turns diamond love into something brighter, more precious. Glad the wee one is feeling better.
Thank you for the kind words...I had not thought of it this way, but you are right. My babes are always my most precious, but that sentiment is heightened when we experience something like this.
Julia -- i understand your feelings. my son also dealt with asthma (hospitalized a few times as well), but now is able to play all sports, including track, which still tickles me pink that he can run (and breathe!) with aplomb and joy. your little one (Liam? beautiful name!) will be there soon! - thx for visiting today!
~thank you for stumbling over to my blog and your kind words...seems we have a bit incommon with one another! serendipity...such a wonderful word...i see we share the same word!! a child who has to suffer from an illness that just shouldn't be so...and washington...a majestic place to be...we spent many summers in the san juans on my grandpas boat...you indeed are blessed to be up there...i wish you and yours only blessing aplenty of good health and much happiness always in your days to come...brightest blessings~
p.s....l♥♥♥ve your phoenix drawing!
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