Well, I've been dreading this day since Sullivan was born. Sullivan is sick. He just missed making nine months illness free by a couple days. Yesterday, I was concerned about a rash/fever he had and decided it was time to take him to the doctor. After putting up with the Pella Medical Center's crappola I finally got my way and an appt with Dr. Vande Zande. After getting checked out and a heartbreaking blood draw we found out Sullivan had RSV. He seemed in pretty good spirits yesterday but last night wasn't soo good. He ended up in bed with me so that we both got some sleep (not great sleep for me). This experience has opened up a whole new batch of emotions for me. It just breaks my heart to see Sullivan so miserable and not able to express his hurt/frustration. I would do anything to be sick instead of him, and when he looks at me with those sad eyes it crushes me. Heres to hoping tomm. brings less snot and kleenex and more happy baby.
BTW is it totally terrible that I took a few pictures of him so I can show him the first time he was sick???? Does that make me a mean mom???
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