A mothers job is never done

Boy has it been a day. I feel the need to document this so one day I can laugh at what I went through...

Last week Hutson was much more crankier than normal. Monday and Tuesday were rough days. He had this cough, but we didn't think much of it. Wednesday it was much worse so I had Grant call the doctor. He just did not seem like himself. They gave us an appointment for that evening. It was the one night that our pediatrician works late nights. (Blessing number 1) I had gotten off work at 5 and his appointment was at 5:40 so I had literally been going all day with that alone. Poor Hutson was diagnosed with RSV (Respiratory Syncytial Virus). Dr. Dollins told us that sadly there wasn't much we could do for it except to wait for it to go away. That's the joy of a virus! She had us focus on his breathing and wheezing. If he were to wheeze or breathe hard for a consistent 30 minutes then to have us bring him back into the doctor. This nasty thing could last up to a month long. She sent us home with the request to keep the humidifier on at night, keep him elevated, and to try whatever you could to make him more comfortable.

We left the doctor, got groceries because we were on the verge of absolutely bare cabinets, got Grant some dinner and headed home. We were supposed to hang out with our friends Kayla and Ethan that night, but decided that might not be a good idea. In the drive thru getting Grant's dinner I had a complete meltdown. My poor little baby was so sick. I could hear him in the back seat just coughing and moaning because it hurt to cough. For the first time in these last three months I realized what it was like to be a mom with the sacrifice and pain you go through. I would do anything to take this sickness from him and have it ten-fold myself. My first thought was to have Grant utilize his Priesthood and give Hutson a blessing. I texted Kayla and they headed over to help give Hutson a blessing of healing (For those of you not familiar with blessings or much of our LDS faith, we believe that the worthy men of our church are given the opportunity to bless those in need. This blessing in particular is meant to heal the sick. It is amazing the power given to these men through our Heavenly Father. I have seen these blessings heal people when there was no medical way possible). 

Thursday I only worked a half day so I could get enough work done for Monday. I had already taken off Friday because Grant had drill Friday-Sunday. Thankfully my mom came over Thursday night-Saturday afternoon to help while Grant was gone. Friday the wheezing got really bad. I called the doctors office and sure enough they wanted us to come back in. We made an appointment for that afternoon. They tested his oxygen level. It was at 98% so they were not too worried. They tried a breathing treatment on him. Dr. Dollins said that most the time it doesn't do anything for babies, but it was worth a try. She listened to him breathe, we gave him the breathing treatment, and she came in to listen to his breathing again. She was impressed with the difference. We were sent home with a nebulizer machine and medication for it. We were told only ever 4 hours for the constant wheezing. If he was still wheezing then to try it with saline solution instead. Grant ended up coming home that evening (Blessing number 100). Saturday we got out of the house. We went to the SPCA to look at their dogs, got some lunch, had a picnic at the park, and relaxed at home. That evening his wheezing got much worse. We called the on-call nurse and they sent us to the Children's Hospital which is thankfully only ten minutes away from us. They tested his oxygen level again. It was constantly between 97-100%. The doctor came in and said that he didn't see any sign of pneumonia and sent us home. He told us only to worry if his breathing was about 70+ breaths/minute. It was the most refreshing thing to be sent home from the hospital with a sick baby (Blessing number 116).

Today we skipped church seeing as it was probably not smart to be around so many people with his low immune system. We went over to my in-laws and relaxed for the day. I made biscuits and bacon for breakfast, was able to take two quick naps thanks to a sleeping baby, and entertained myself on my Kindle (all things I really haven't been able to do since having this handsome boy). We decided around 4pm it was time to go home seeing as I had about four loads of laundry I needed to do before work tomorrow (towels, whites, Hutson's clothes, and the load of darks I had started Thursday night).

This is what I hope to one day laugh about....

We came home, and I immediately started folding a load of whites I had done earlier in the week. By that time the oven had already preheated. I put the pork chops in the pan, seasoned them, washed the sweet potato for me and the regular potato for Grant, put that in the microwave to cook and the pork in the oven. I went back to the couch to finish folding the clothes. By the time I was done folding, I had switched the laundry over, taken dinner out, cut the cucumbers and tomatoes, washed the salad, got both our plates ready and we sat down to eat. Of course the moment I sit down to eat, Hutson wants to either cuddle or eat himself. This time he wanted the first of the two. I hurried to scarf my food down so I could cuddle him with as little tears coming down his face. He decided it was time to take a nap. In the mean time I'm thinking, "I really hope I can get all the laundry done tonight...I need to put all the leftover dinner away and ready for my lunch tomorrow...I really hope tomorrow at work goes by fast....I hope Grant doesn't have a stressful day with Hutson...I wonder how my niece and nephew are doing today...Man I need to paint my toes again..." Seriously this and more were running through my mind as I'm keeping up on my latest Facebook and Instagram. Hutson wakes up from his nap, I hand him off to Grant so I can get bath time ready. Grant was going to take a bath with him in our soaker tub. I start the warm water, bring Hutson in my room, put Baby Einstein on my phone because he loves listening to the music. In the mean time Grant comes in and puts bubbles in the bath tub. I freak out because its not sensitive for Huton's baby skin. I empty the tub, start to put more water in, but no......no more hot water. Our light was out on the hot water heather. Grant tries to fix it. In the mean time I am putting important things on our new calendar while singing songs and laughing and talking with Hutson. We warm up just enough water to full just enough of the tub to give Hutson a bath. Quickly we give him a bath and start our bedtime routine after bath time. I give him a massage while Grant puts his hair up in his famous faux hawk and warms up his bottle. Oh man, I need to make sure that Hutson has his baby Tylenol before he eats (By the way, I am very against medicating my baby, but I feel like if he gets enough sleep at night he will get better that much sooner). Oh man, I need to put the blanket on the ground so as soon as I'm done feeding him I can wrap him up. Hutson has his pajamas on and he's in my arms feeding. I look around and gosh darn it I never filled up his humidifier. I'm also thinking "Man, I really hope that the towels actually dried this time...I hope Hutson eats enough so that he can sleep through the night. I really want some ice cream." Hutson finishes up eating, and I put him on my shoulder to burp.

This is my absolute favorite part...he cuddles up on my shoulder. He takes a deep sigh, and I can tell that he has relaxed and completely asleep. Then it all comes to me. I was made for this. I was made to have a thousand things go through my mind, stress out about all that needs to be done, but at the end of the day I was made to be his mom. I still cannot understand the immense feeling of love I have for Hutson, but I know that it is there and I wouldn't change it for the world. Today marks three months and I am so incredibly grateful for every single good and bad thing that has happened with this baby boy. I am grateful for his laugh that seriously makes me melt. His giggle and his voice when he tries to talk to me. I adore this handsome boy and wouldn't change my life one bit.