Anyways, $150 (WITH insurance my friends) later and THREE drugs, we're home. He hasn't really ate all day, but I just got him to eat some crackers. The coughing has come down a bit, which is nice, but we have a LONG night ahead of us tonight. Ahh the joys of having little humans around to care for. I just think back to all the times my mom used to get up to cuddle me, rock me or just shove medicine down my throat to shut up. Whatever the case...it was always MOMMY I cried out to, and it still is. I only hope my baby boy will realize that when he grows up.
By no means do I want him to be mommas-boy, but appreciation, value, loyalty and making sure that I'm doing OK is all I ask. Some may think that is too much, but that's where I came from...and my boy better have two braincells in his brain to never put anyone over his own flesh and blood, the one that birthed him and sacrificed for a better life.
Ok, off my soapbox.
Love to all