No sweeter words have ever been spoken. Hearing “you guys can go home tonight” by the peds unit doctor Thursday night was music to our ears. We’d been sent to the ER the night before, the whole way there wondering if it was really a necessary trip. The following hours were a whirlwind. We soon realized how important the trip was, and were so glad we went.
Holding your child to get an IV, chest X-rays, nose swabs, and breathing treatments were all terrible. Almost as tough was hearing him ask to get down off the bed, crying “I hold you” and “home” in the middle of the night. Because you can’t reason with a nearly 2 year old who had to stay so still and in a hospital bed the entire time, we watched Day of the Diesels at least 5 times. He also got lots of game time on our phones. Thankfully those things kept him still and distracted, until the next nurse came in to poke and prod him some more. Our first nurse learned that he liked stuffed animals. The second quickly learned that she just had to congratulate Oscar for being so big, give him a high five and say “yes!” for him to forgive her.
He sure went through a lot in those 24 hours. If we didn’t already know that we have a tough cookie…
