It is three o'clock in the morning, The early, early news is running its second round of the same set of stories.
Samuel has a cold. He can't breathe easily and wakes up in the darkness of the night, wheezing, gagging and coughing. I am praising God for the nebulizer He blessed us with when Isaiah was a baby. Samuel has had breathing treatments every 4-6 hours the past three days. It does seem to help.
I can tell he doesn't feel well and there is so little I can really do about his discomfort. And so, I hold him. I tell him I love him. We cuddle. I get up at 2:00am. I spoon child's Ibuprofen into his mouth. I nurse around the clock, even if it has only been an hour since the last feeding.
Because I am his mother and that is what mothers do. And I know, "this too shall pass". Sweet dreams everyone. I'm off to rock my darling.
Lost my hope
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PRAYING! i know how not fun and scary that can be! praise god for neubs.
my son has a neb that he takes - i've been there. it's not fun! i'll be praying for you.
The cycle has started again, hasn't it? We rented a nebulizer (they were not cheap back in the day)for you and Rachel as babies. I lost count of the times you had pneumonia, but I will never forget nearly losing you because of it. Now, my daughter is up taking care of her 'wheezer'. Wish I was there with you, my dear daughter. We have our own sick one here, once again...back on the pain meds for our little terminally ill sweetie. Dad and I are tired, too. We could all stay up at night together if you were here...anticipating Mothers Day??? :)
Love,
MOM
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