Last night will go down in the history books as the most terrifying night of my life.
Since this little one first came down with RSV as an infant we've lived with nebulizers/albuterol/inhalers & asthma. but never anything like this. This was something more terrible. This was watching my child cease to breath. Not a sound, no air going in. No air coming out. A little face turning purple, wanting to breath, trying to breath. The trauma is too much to write, still too fresh. What I can say is ... when the life of your child is being threatened, you know how to respond. You just do. It's survival. And it's done calmly, like you were prepared when you weren't. I have always wondered if I would be able to keep it together or end up being hysterical? It's good to know I had strength, and peace on my side.
My how I love her.
She is a beauty. And everything that is beautiful about me is because of her (and her sisters)
Being a mother is amazing. These little people are miracles, and I get to be with them.