Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Poor Clainey!

This little man just can't seem to catch a break! After he started having a fever on Sunday night, it never really went away. Today, I took him in to see Dr. Coggi. (Have I mentioned how much I love this pediatrician! He told me he called ahead to the ER on Sunday night before I got there and told them they better not call DHS because we were very good and careful parents and this was a total accident! He actually said it more choice words, but I'll take the support!) He listened and looked and seemed to have a hunch right away that it was influenza. Bingo. Influenza B = breathing treatments every six hours around the clock for the next four-six days. Evidently the flu shots didn't work this year.
I think the thing I hate the most about my children being sick is that it makes me feel like I haven't done my job as their mom. I'm suppose to protect them! Yes, this could be a pride issue, but it's also a horribly overwhelming feeling of guilt and sympathy for the pain they are going through. Tonight McClain patted his chest and said, "I just want sick to go away!"
Me too, little boy, me too!


Julie said...

I'm praying for a speedy recovery for your poor little guy, and for strength and sanity for you:) Let me know if I can help with MOPS in any way!