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By: Sometimes, We Need Touch | Her Bad Mother

Sometimes, We Need Touch | Her Bad Mother — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 16:18:14 +0000

[...] I got home and Jasper stopped breathing and had to be rushed to the hospital – again, again – and my husband raced off with him while I curled up with the girl and my heart was punctured in so [...]

By: 6512 and growing

6512 and growing — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 20:20:27 +0000

From a mom who has been in an ER room with a boy who has pneumonia more than once, I am sorry and I hope Jasper gets better very soon. .-= 6512 and growing´s last blog ..Col wins this round =-.

By: Jessi

Jessi — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 07:04:30 +0000

oh! the beginning of this post made me cry, because I’ve spent a few nights in the hospital with my little girl hating myself for thinking that little cough was no big deal. I haven’t even read the rest of it yet, or all the comments, but I wanted to say we’re parents and we make the best choices we can in our given situations, and the important thing is you ran to him when he needed you.

By: Honor

Honor — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 20:28:53 +0000

Beautiful post! My babies are now in their early teens. The worry and second-guessing yourself never really goes away, but the focus of the worrying shifts. And judging from my mother’s reactions to my health issues, you’ll still be worrying when they’re well into adulthood.

As an aside, and not to sound sanctimonious, but while reading this post I kept worrying about the other children in Jasper’s daycare who were exposed to a coughing, feverish boy. It’s not fair to knowingly place other families in a position of possibly contracting an illness akin to what Jasper suffered. /rant Sorry for babbling on!

By: sandy

sandy — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 22:12:57 +0000

So there was the day of my sisters wedding. After washing three cars that morning, and helping with all of the prep for the backyard reception of 80, and being the maid of honor, I came home and literally collapsed. I was 16 and I had walking pneumonia. I spent the next two days in the hospital. My mom still feels guilty about it. She thought I was just moping over not being the center of attention…

You could second-guess yourself all of your life, I would venture… and feel guilty either way. Be kind(er) to yourself, please.

By: Nigel Lane

Nigel Lane — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 07:09:14 +0000

No matter how old they get, you will always worry about them. And then you worry about your grand children when they have them. It’s just natural.

By: Amanda

Amanda — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 13:54:00 +0000

I don't think the worry ever goes away. Parenting is really nothing more than a series of calculated risks. .-= Amanda´s last blog ..Life With Zach =-.

By: Karina

Karina — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 05:35:35 +0000

I think I muttered something about how fast it all happened. I admit that I was already crying by this point. It was very very scary. I’m not really sure what her doctor was thinking; he is normally a kind, considerate man.

Thank you so much for your kind thoughts. She is much better now and running around causing havoc like a normal toddler!

By: Jenny

Jenny — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 03:31:34 +0000

You always seem to write what I’m thinking…but maybe I’m too afraid to write it! My oldest son is very sick right now with a sinus infection, but it seems SO much worse this time around. He’s missed three days of school and I really don’t see him going tomorrow. I want to tell the doctor to run this test and that and do a sinus x-ray, but don’t want to appear to be a big fool, either, or waste our money on unnecessary testing. No one tells us it will be like this–the constant worrying–and I know even if someone would’ve shared it with me, I still would’ve had these kiddoes.

By: goofdad

goofdad — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 23:58:41 +0000

I only found your blog today, but I’m glad I did. None of us is perfect, but out of our imperfect love comes our perfect (would you believe near-perfect?) children.

My second son was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease last year. During one of the MANY tearful conversations, in which I confessed that I felt bad for not knowing, he said “Don’t worry, Dad, I thought I was being a lazy a**hole teenager, too!” … I know how you feel, and you did nothing wrong!

My wife and I have 9 kids between us. I have to say: No … it doesn’t get any easier. No … it never goes away. Like grief and loss, constant fear is something you learn to live with.

We’ll keep you in our thoughts!
.-= goofdad´s last blog ..I love my wife =-.