That thing I’ve spent the last year fearing.
That thing that caused us to stay locked up inside for holidays, with no shopping, Santa visits or gatherings.
That thing that kept us from introducing Struthers to our Georgia family and friends until he was nearly 8 months old.
That thing that has us jumping through insurance hoops and showing up at the pediatrician’s office for a once a month ‘immunization’.
That thing I said we absolutely could not get this year…we have it.
RSV. I hate it.
I hate that word.
I hate that it has my little man coughing, gasping and wheezing all night
I hate that his oxygen needs are up.
I hate that his regular pediatrician is out of the country.
I hate that even when we now KNOW he has it, we are still fearing what it will do to him.
And I love him so much.
I love that his pulmonologist called me last night at 9pm to put together the game plan.
I love that we have all the medical equipment we need at home.
I love/hate that he puts his own nebulizer mask on and smiles because he knows it makes him feel better.
I love that God is in the miracle business, and that you all have witnessed what He’s done already.
I love that I can ask you to pray.
Pray for our little man’s lungs.
Pray for his healing.
Pray that he continues to take in food/liquid.
Pray that he is where he needs to be with those best equipped to take care of him.
Pray for my heart and strength.
We can do this, God can do this. We’ve been through much worse, I hope.