Beautiful Babies and Breathing Treatments

Bless this little guys heart. This kid has been through so much these past 4 1/2 months I can't believe it. Chris has it in his mind that he is going to be sick for the rest of his life.

He caught a cold three weeks ago and things were going along fine. As good as a runny, stuffy nose can be. Then about a week later I was holding him in my arms and I could feel the vibration in his lungs and noticed that he was panting when he breathed. I was really unsure but called the doctor anyway. Sure enough he has bronciolitis again. Poor guy. The funniest part was going to the doctor and having the nurse comment on how strange he is. She was there trying to count his breathing, because it was so rapid, and all the while he is just laughing, talking and smiling at her. She said it was strange because most babies when they are that ill are fussy and grumpy. She called him a "happy wheezer". That's my guy. That isn't the first time a doctor has told us that they have been thrown off diagnosing him because he is so happy and doesn't act very sick at all. What a lucky mom I am.

So he has been on a regiment of 5 breathing treatments a day and then two other medicines, one being for an ear infections that I had no idea he had-like I said happy baby. Needless to say it has become an all consuming thing. That and our simultaneous potty training that is going on things are crazy.

Every time I would sit down to give him a treatment I would try to read something or be multitasking in some sort of way and it just hasn't been going well. Since he has just learned how to use all these new things-like hands-he doesn't want to hold still for anything. Finally one night I was sitting there with him and I was trying to read the paper while I gave him his treatment and he was wiggling and making it really difficult to do. Then I just started looking at him and realized how much he had changed, and how much he looked like my husband and how at that moment I was the one out everyone that he wanted to share his smile with. I felt humbled. Humbled to be a mom and get to preserve and love this baby. I realized then how fast it all is going and I wish I could slow it down. I learned to enjoy what used to feel like a chore and turned it into my time to just sit and stare or play with my little boy. I have come to treasure this time because I have much more limited time to do it than I did with Kate. It seemed like with Kate I could sit around and look at her all day and try to memorize her face and I still can't remember it all that well. Now I realize in a small way his sickness has been a huge blessing to me. Now I have learned to take time and look at these beautiful babies that I have been given. Funny how something that started out difficult and made me pressed for time now has taught me the true value of time well spent.