life isn't always milk and oreos

 part: 2

I was looking for something to celebrate....because life isn't always milk and oreos.  When I realized that was it! We  had yet to celebrate Oreo cookies 100th birthday.... it seemed slightly wrong not to celebrate milks favorite cookies. So that is exactly what we did!....Nothing makes you feel better than a little piece of chocolaty processed heaven dipped in your milk (due to the fact that it is laden with sugar...of course;)

24 hours is how long our whirl wind getaway lasted before we arrived home with the news that our Little Mister wasn't feeling well...

 Shocked! Is the only word that seems fitting for what I felt when I came through those front doors, and saw him lying on our couch. He looked so limp, lethargic and even lifeless. He suddenly seemed so small and helpless.....I am not sure my mind will ever be able to erase the way he looked at me. Those large bright animated eyes of his that have characteristically   been so  full of life, adventure and excitement were suddenly blood shot and glazed over..... he was in so much pain. I wanted to fix it. I wanted so badly to take away any discomfort he was feeling.....or would ever feel for that matter.

Motherhood has had a way of intesfying every single emotion I have ever felt....this pregnancy has only helped to escalate this mama roller coaster! 

Before the Little Mister made a mother out of me I had no idea how much deeper I would feel or how strong you would have to be...until you had no other choice. I think Heavenly Father allowed me this role so I finally would learn to love someone more than myself. I have felt a taste of true pain, sorrow (labor), joy and all the sweetness this job title brings.  I feel like I have a greater understanding of the atonement of Jesus Christ because of it......sorry for the tangent, now back to the story...

Since Thanksgiving the Mister has been to the doctors nearly a dozen times! At first he would completely crumble to the floor when the nurse would call his name, followed by a mad dash to the nearest exit, pressing his chubby little face against the glass window, screaming. Now he bravely grabs my hand, heads straight for the scale and walks over to the correct office. I am not sure which one is more devastating to watch. This time we found out he had RSV. I felt a wave of panic wash over me.....my twin sister had been tending him....with her 4 month old son. The same little guy that has hardly ever left the house and who has a mama that isn't afraid to ask friends and family "if they are up to date with their vaccinations."

  

If RSV is this devastating to a toddler what about an infant? Guilt...my motherly specialty came in the next wave of emotions. Maybe I would have dealt with this more appropriately if I hadn't had both a niece and nephew hospitalized for this same condition (for my niece it was touch and go.) I called my twin sister, one of my very best friend bawling....feeling so so bad for leaving our son when he was not feeling a 100%, thinking it was just teething.

She said that all we can do is pray for my sons speedy recovery and that hers wouldn't become sick.  She reminded me that she was breast feeding her little Dallas and that he will have her antibodies. She mentioned that she had some breast milk in our freezer and suggested we pour it in our little Misters sippy cup. I did. We couldn't get him to drink anything but when he did his only response was "awwwh!!" HA. I called and told her that she should take that has a major compliment! He apparently liked her flavor......I mean he never gave me that type of reaction!.....I hope for his sake he never reads this post!

With a lot of prayers and a sip of breast milk  by the next morning he was on the mend! The Husband came down with a bug too. I will not say which one of my boys was harder for me to deal with  take care of.....:) Feeling the affects of a few nights of up all night coughing sessions was really starting to wear on this mama! That is where milk and oreos comes into play......because they are good for your morale.... and we all need something to celebrate!

 I think that I have offered up a thousand prayers of gratitude that he is feeling better and that his little cousin was so completely exposed and somehow so unharmed.....how is that for a miracle! 

The moral of this story there is power to prayer, a little breast milk and oreos!