These past few days have been the longest ever.
The kid has been poked, probed & pricked.
Who knew an asthma attack would result in all of this. Technically I shouldn’t be the one complaining, but if I hear this kid hocking loogies one more time, I’m going to scream. Hocking loogies has always sounded like someone saying Chanukah. What’s even nastier is this little vacuum thing he uses to suck the hock out of his mouth *gags*. Sure, I gave birth to the kid, sure I’ve changed diapers, cleaned up puke, but I find mucous to be disgusting. I remember the first time I used a nasal syringe, which I appropriately called the “booger bulb”, I was completely and utterly disgusted. Till this day, I still cringe when I hear someone hocking loogies and making snorting sounds.
Outside of the kid hocking loogies, which is actually a good thing health wise, he’s definitely improving. He’s no longer on oxygen and IV fluids and finally eating solid foods (he tore up my quesadillas last night). He’s completely bored out of his damn mind, and is ready to break out of the hospital, but unfortunately we’ll probably have one more night here.
As I was sitting here watching yet another Cartoon Network show, I felt a slight tinge in my throat & my nose started to run.
I’m probably getting sick, which is something I definitely do not need. I’m tired of hearing beeping sounds, loud speaker announcements and the question, “When am I going home?”. He’s tired of being called “bub” by the nurses, getting his finger pricked for glucose testing and when using a plastic urinal was exciting the first time around, he misses a bathroom.
I appreciate all of the well wishes, prayers & positive thoughts that people have emailed, tweeted & facebooked! Hopefully this misadventure will be over by tomorrow. We never want to see a hospital again for a long time.