The last two months have been the longest months of my life. Della has been sick for two months straight and I am not talking about a little sniffle. We have fought two stomach viruses, croup, and pneumonia. She’s also been to the emergency room three times. You know you’ve visited the ER too much when the admin knows you on sight. Thankfully, Della has a wonderful pediatrician and the ER doctors, nurses, and staff were amazing.
I understand kids get sick and it’s all part of growing up, but, honestly, it seems as if she has been sick the whole year. It doesn’t help that she was a preemie and her immune system is still not quite up to par as term babies. Also, it seems like every time I get her healthy, she goes back to daycare and gets sick again. I know, as she gets older, her immune system will improve and she will get less illnesses. I just hate to see her down and out, not laughing, playing, or eating. I miss her terrorizing her big cousins and leaving a trail of toys from one floor of the house to the other. No parent wants to see their child ill or being stuck with needles in the ER. Every time she goes, I have flashbacks of her in NICU. So, hopefully, no more trips anytime soon.
As of today, my little one is finally healthy and back in daycare, playing with her friends. She’s smiling, playing, and running around with more energy than ever. She’s giving cuddles and wiping kisses. She’s being Della and I am loving every minute of it.