The real meaning of RSV

Kellen had his four-year well visit today.  I asked the doctor if he thought it’d be okay for Owen and I to take Kellen into school again, and I got the, “that doesn’t make me super comfortable, ” look.

Flu is on a downward trend, but still prevalent.  RSV is prevalent and still hasn’t peaked.

Boo Hoo.  Self pity party.

I really need to stay off Facebook for a while.  I get so jealous when I see so many other preemies out living normal lives.  I’ve gotten pretty good at not comparing Owen to the general population, but I sometimes can’t help but look at other preemies who have had tough courses and do a little comparing.  I know it’s not healthy and I don’t dwell on it much, but I have my moments.   It stings a little to see them doing things developmentally that Owen’s not yet, but what really bothers me is when it feels like we are the only ones who have such a tight lockdown.

Let me lick my wounds for a moment.

Owen didn’t even get to go to his brother’s birthday party.  I’m not sure who that makes me more sad for.  Kellen’s first question when I told him he was having a pool party was if Owen would be able to go.  I know he’d love to play in the pool with his brother.  Owen would have liked it too.  He’s such a social guy and the world deserves to be warmed by his sweet smile.

Last week I even canceled a well visit for Owen because I didn’t want to take him into the germ-filled clinic.  His doctor supported the decision.

I know isolation this time of year is the best thing we can do for Owen.  We had even tighter lockdown last year and still had nearly 50 days in the hospital due to respiratory illnesses.  Most of that was RSV related.

Can I tell you how much I hate those 3 little letters?  After seeing blogger friend, Hipster Hausfrau have both of her kids admitted to the hospital for RSV over the weekend, I had enough.  It was the Hasfrau’s birthday the day they got admitted…Happy Birthday, Leda!  So, in honor of the 8 days we are 35 together, I renamed RSV.

Sometimes there is no nice way to say it.

Sometimes there is no nice way to say it.

I also have a name for flu, but I figure there were enough f-bombs slung around during the Office Space clip yesterday.  I want to keep my PG rating.

Tangential thought, wouldn’t it be great if we could go Office Space on flu and RSV?  I’d get some real enjoyment kicking the snot (literally) right out of those viruses.

So, fellow preemie moms sticking to your isolation plans.  Today, I salute you.  This sucks, but we’re in it together. I send you hugs of support and hopefully gave you a little smile today.  Need a space to vent about being stuck at home…my comment section is open.

xoxo

PS – If you’re like me and love statistics (when the math is performed by other people).  Here is the link to the CDC RSV tracker.  Click the state to find your area.