...a sick baby

Sunday night, Alyssa,4, started coughing and came down with a fever. I knew what to do. Doctor mom, I am. She had to miss 4 days of school. Every 2 days I took her to her doctor to monitor her lungs and such. You know, just cant be too careful with respiratory infections. it's in the genes. So I didnt wanna second guess fate. Thursday, she was almost fully recovered. Then Ava started coughing. Uh-uh. She had been diagnosed with ashtma attack once before so I knew it wasnt going to be as easy. Took both kids to their doctor for check ups. Both lungs okay. Routine medicines.

Every other day I took Ava to her doctor for follow ups. Still good and okay. Saturday morning found me sleepy in the doctor's office with Ava, waiting for our turn. Sunday evening, she took a turn for the worse. We knew something was just not right, we took her to the ER. She already had pneumonia, bronchitis and have started to show signs of dehydration. By 1am we were settled in room 312. I drove home, crying. My poor babe. The pain and discomfort she must be feeling. Meters away from the house, I just had to wail. I sat in the bathroom for 20 minutes doing nothing, saying nothing, thinking nothing. Just wailing crying. I havent even started packing stuff for the hospital after another 20 minutes later. By 3am I was driving back to the hospital. Joel was seated carrying a sleeping Ava on IV. Poor JOel, poor Ava. By 5am, I still havent slept a wink yet. Next thing I knew it was 6am. Ava was bombed out by the antibiotics.

It took her 4 days to fully recover. JOel took some time off from work. We'd exchanged places in the morning, he'd be with Ava in the hospital and me at home with Alyssa (when she comes home from school). Id just be cuddling and smooching with Alyssa. I wouldnt even bother to tidy up even a bit in the room. Id leave her toys laying around all messed up after we play. Id even leave the dvd in the player for somebody else to keep later that day, if somebody even bothered to check. I just wanted to spend every second holding Alyssa. And when it's time to exchange places with JOel again and go back to the hospital, Id just be carrying Ava, hugging her and not minding the world. We'd still be awake around 4am. 4 days of not having both my girls with me together at the same time. It pained me so. Every time it was time for me to go back to the hospital Alyssa would ask why Ava had to be away from us. Why we all have to be apart. Why Ava and I couldnt just stay with her and daddy at the house.

After four days, the sisters see each other. Imagine the chaos. Sweet beautiful wonderful chaos. Their screams and giggles and laughters and even the battle cries before they push each other when going after the same toy are music to my ears.