I had written probably about two weeks ago about Sean being sick and us having to have a red X on the door or a skull and crossbones because there is sickness in our house. I began to feel under the weather then.
Sean did not even finish watching the Super Bowl with me so he stayed home from school on Monday and went to the doctor. It’s the weirdest thing for my son to be seeing an internist instead of a pediatrician. He had developed a cough and got medicine almost a week ago. I had noticed that his cough wasn’t getting any better even though he was taking the medicine religiously.
When he decided to go to bed before the end of the Super Bowl, I told him that when he gets up in the morning, if he does not feel well, he should not go to school and should go to the doctor. Something about his cough didn’t feel right. I told him it sounded really wet even after all the medication he had taken and I said that he needed to go to the doctor to make sure it’s not pneumonia. He had pneumonia when he was four years old.
Growing up, my Dad had pneumonia a number of times and I learned that once you get it, you are predisposed to get it again. Well, 14 years later, Sean got it again. So now, I think the red X on our door should be replaced with a ”Quarantined” sign. Sean is really good about taking his prescribed medicine but I will say that as a mother, it kind of pains me to hear my baby cough so ferociously!
I am at a loss also because I have MS and I have had it for the past 19 years. I feel like I should be placed into a plastic bubble so as not to get pneumonia myself. My Mom is doing an excellent job making sure that I do not get it as well. She lets me know that that would be a really bad thing for me to have and I know in my soul that it would be bad as well.
So, it’s not like Sean is sick and he can lounge on the couch while we watch TV together, he’s seriously sick and stays in his room mostly so as not get me sick. It’s kind of sad to me but the medicine won’t make things better for at least three days. So, here I sit, mostly in my kitchen, and I am helpless when I hear him cough so vigorously! I feel terrible!
When he was four years old, I brought him what he tells me was, “A million balloons“ when he had pneumonia the last time. I told him that I couldn’t get it for him this time and he let me know that he’s grown now and doesn’t need that. That also hurt! He will ALWAYS be my baby!