January 18, 2015

Miss Selah June has really been struggling.  The RSV is no joke, and we are finally starting to take a turn for the better.  With Dad gone for the last few days, we’ve spent tons of time rocking and watching Baby Einstein puppet videos on YouTube.  We also discovered Rehab Addict and became addicts ourselves.

At some point, you just become one with your house, and you can’t imagine life outside those four walls.  I hear it was cold and then it warmed back up, but I wouldn’t know.

Needless to say, we counted down the hours till Daddy’s arrival.  It’s hard holding a baby while she has a coughing fit to the point of vomiting up everything in her stomach.  We changed more outfits (hers and mine) and washed more blankets than I care to count.  It’s also hard sleeping when you’re not sure that the baby is able to breathe well.  She’s quiet, but does that mean she’s okay?  What if she’s dead?  Ever thought about that?  (uggghhh)  By the time Jeremy got home, I was a little over all the anxiety.

Sure enough, as soon as he pulled in the driveway, she woke up from a long nap, choking like nobody’s business.  It was her worst choking fit of the whole sickness.  So scary!!  I watched her little eyes get more and more red, her color turn blue, and her poor little veins pop out in her neck and her forehead.  Yuck.  I just hate it so much.  You feel so terribly helpless.  I pounded on her back and stretched up her little arms.  I’ve gotta stop talking about it.  It’s making me nauseous.

So… Daddy came home.  They spent the evening cooing and cuddling.  If any picture can communicate a thousand words or more, this one can.