I don’t know if panic is exactly the right word…okay, panic is the right word… I have to be honest, I’ve really, really been struggling with the thought of being stuck in our house for another Cold and Flu season. Eight to nine months of only leaving the house for doctor/therapy appointments and for dropping off and picking up Kellen for school. The closer it gets; the more the weather changes and the more I see parents posting on Facebook about their kids being sick, the larger the pit in my stomach grows. Dread, panic, MOODY and anxiety all come to mind. Seriously, as I type this, tears run down my face. I’ve done this cold and flu season winter thing before and let me tell you, the very nicest word I can come up for it is, it SUCKS!
Whenever I’m asked, what’s the best advice you can give to a parent of a child in the NICU, my first response is always, “Get to know the other parents”. I would never wish a sick child on anyone, but I was so happy to not be alone each day that I spent at the hospital.
My first mom connections were in nursery two.
More than alone time, more than work, more than girls nights out, more than “normalcy”, more than anything – what I missed in the first year of Owen’s life was my husband. Continue reading