The light at the end of the tunnel is flickering again....

So, I thought I saw the light at the end of the tunnel.  All this moving, packing, unpacking, getting situated, etc. has had me frantic for weeks (if you've missed the excitement you can read about it here and here)!  Finally, I started to see the light at the end of the tunnel.  I spent the whole day Sunday finishing up the little man's room.  I wanted his room back to normal first so he could settle back down into his routine and feel secure.  I have pictures coming soon!

Well, the hubby headed back to Atlanta early yesterday morning to finish up some odds and ends.  So here I am.  Alone.  Not knowing anyone.  Only knowing where a few key places are.  We even made the joke Sunday that at least we're near the hospital just in case.  Well, wouldn't you know.... less than 8 hours after the hubby leaves town that I need the hospital!

Yep, while running some errands I noticed that the little man was looking a bit droopy.  He had the most pitiful look on his face. At first I thought he was overheated because it was hot.  We went home, stripped off his clothes, and got in the bathtub.  Afterwards he was still droopey and warm to the touch.  So I grabbed the thermometer and.....

103.9

is what it read.... immediate panic mode is what I entered into next!

I don't even have a pediatrician yet!  We headed over to the ER and spent the rest of the evening running test after test to find out what was wrong with my little guy.

And let me just say.... the torture we put our babies through when they go to the hospital it's no wonder why they grow up to HATE doctors and hospitals.  The whole time I had to remind myself that everything we were doing was to eventually make him feel better.  They drew blood, put in an IV, took a urine sample (through a catheter-- it's the only way when they're so small-- this was the hardest part because all I saw on his sweet little face was excruciating pain and a "why mommy, why" look), and did a chest x-ray using a contraption straight from the time of Marie Antoinette. So much for making my little man feel safe and secure in this new place.  But I must say that the staff was wonderful and everyone dealt with him as gently as possible.  It's just so hard being a mother and not just seeing but participating in the perceived torture of your child for his own good.  He couldn't understand why I wasn't saving him and I couldn't explain to him that everything was to make him feel better.

Turns out he has a touch of bronchitis.  So, exhausted from the tests and stress of the ER, my little man was out cold before we could make it home.

Today his fever has broken, and it's been mommy and baby snuggle time all day.  Maybe this is his way of telling me all is forgotten of the earlier torture session or maybe that he understands now that he feels better or maybe you just need Mommy Snuggles to feel better.  Whatever the reason- it's the BEST feeling in the world to have your little one snuggled up on your chest.

Maybe tomorrow the light at the end of the tunnel will reappear, but right now my priorities lie with my little guy and getting him well again. Daddy will be home soon and I know the little man will be even better soon....and mommy can take a nice hot bath and relax!