It’s a new year. But it doesn’t feel like it. Christmas was just another day. New Year’s was just another day. Every day feels the same lately. I recently had a beautiful daughter in August. Just four mere months ago. I never knew what the love of a child was going to feel like or look like, but I do now. I want to do everything in my power and control to love her, protect her, raise her right. She’s only had four months on this earth and the last 3 weeks have been so much for her and so overwhelming for this new momma. She was at daycare for one full week the beginning of December and then got sick with a cold that following weekend. I kept her home from daycare that Monday through Thursday the following week. I took her to her pediatrician Monday and everything looked and sounded fine, and was told she just had a cold and to keep doing the home remedies we were doing to take care of her. But that Thursday, everything took a turn for the worst as I had to take her to an emergency room because she was really lethargic, didn’t want to eat and was feverish. Upon arrival at the emergency room, they put an oxygen mask on her and ran some tests to see what was going on. Turns out she had gotten RSV. They tried to intubate to give her more support and a more secure airway since her oxygen levels were low, but were unsuccessful and very quickly her heart rate dropped low enough to where they needed to start compressions. Shortly after starting compressions, they lost her pulse and continued to do compressions for 20 minutes before bringing her back and then she was bagged to give her oxygen and breathe for her. From there she was rushed to the ICU at a children’s hospital and has been there ever since. She’s been hooked up to a ventilator to give her lungs the support needed and to be able to suction all the junk in her lungs from the illness. It’s been the most heartbreaking, stressful and overwhelming 3 weeks of my life. Having to see my daughter in the state that she’s in, not being able to hold her, not being able to be the one taking care of her and making her better, not seeing her smile, not hearing her cry. I never thought I’d miss her cry, but I do. Thankfully after all this time, she’s slowly been improving and getting better, and slowly moving in the right direction of being able to take her off the ventilator and give her oxygen support through another method. But there’s a chance taking her off the ventilator won’t be successful and she’ll have to be placed back on it. That scares me. This whole thing scares me. My anxiety has been through the roof and I feel like I can’t breathe until I know she’s in the clear and we can bring her home again. I’m trying to take in the small victories being made with her. She’s definitely a fighter and a spitfire already being only four months old. Keep fighting baby girl. Your momma and dad love you more than you’ll ever know and we can’t wait to have you in our arms again.
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