I’ll be getting home from work earlier than my husband is today. In an effort to surprise him, I’m going to dress up a little and put on makeup for when he gets home.
Now, I’m dressed anyway in a suit and makeup for work, but since it’ll be in the mid-80’s today, I’d like to get home and get into a comfy dress and re-apply my makeup. I’ll greet him at the door with a big kiss! Considering on the days I get home before him I usually greet him in jeans and a nice top, this will be a nice surprise!
I’m also going to do those darn dishes.
Nothing went as planned on Friday. I got home early, put on a nice summer dress, did my makeup… then proceeded to put on some nice jazz and start washing the dishes. Just a few minutes into that, my husband called me and said he had just picked up or son from daycare and that he was sick. Another cold, I thought.
By the time he got home with our little man, our little guy was wheezing. Hard. Having a tough time breathing. The doctor was closed, so we made our way to a walk-in clinic, who of course, didn’t take children. By that time, he had a little fever, and by the time we got to the hospital, he had a nearly 104 fever.
Turns out he got a case of bronchiolitis, but some babies handle it worse than others, and our little guy was having trouble getting enough air. They got the fever down and gave him some albuterol treatments. A few hours after that, we were able to go home, with an inhaler for the little guy. It was a scary night, but they told us we did the right thing coming in.
Needless to say, we hardly slept all weekend, half worried about his breathing or potential lack-thereof as he slept, and half kept awake by him waking up all night long. This weekend my allergies decided to come on full strength as well, and I’ve been less than a peach to deal with. The good news? Our little guy is now just having regular cold symptoms and is breathing just fine, and he also started officially crawling this weekend.