We are a full sick house today. It started last week with me having an upper respiratory infection. Just as I got better, Riley got the sniffles. Then yesterday I got them again. Runny nose, head congestion, a full blown head cold.
Today the part I always always fear happened.
Angel was congested when waking up. And unlike Riley and I – she was coughing.
We have been blessed (and damn lucky) that Angel has not yet suffered any serious illnesses since her CF diagnosis 2 years ago. That doesn’t stop the fear that grips you with every illness.
How fast this cold hit, the fact that she has a fever and is coughing worries me more than my own illness or Riley’s. She was fine when she went to bed last night, and this morning is not the same. Lethargy, grumpiness and a need to be on my lap all the time…it’s all causing me to worry before I should worry.
Once I knew there was a fever I did what I was supposed to. I’ve called the pulmonologist and spoken to a nurse. I’ve put her in her chest compression vest and done a run on the nebulizer. I’m waiting for word back from the doctor now.
I’m terrified of the Big One. The first time we end up so sick and in the hospital, her little lungs fighting harder than any of us to get rid of something. Every sniffle brings it back up, every cough tugs at my heart.
So in the mean time I’m in the steam room (the bathroom) trying to declog my own sinuses and the girls…because I’d like to be able to care for my baby without my own pain getting in the way.
{{{HUGS}}} (from a distance of course since you’re contagious!)
Good luck taking care of everyone and don’t forget to baby yourself too.