Quarantine Weekend

Our family quarantine weekend has come to an end. This morning I cleaned up the wadded tissues that littered every table and pulled back the window curtains. Hello world!

It all started like this…. at the beginning of last week I had a sore throat. Big deal. By Tuesday I had a little cold. Whatever. I took Sudafed before bed and woke up with a terrible chest cold. By the evening, I was wheezing and Will came home from work feeling a little under the weather as well. Since I wasn’t doing so hot, Will took care of Lorelei the rest of the night. It got so bad that on Wednesday night I couldn’t sleep, and it wasn’t because of the baby. I could barely breathe. Taking warm showers to soothe my lungs, waiting for the morning to call the doctors office. The benefit of living in a small town is that if you’re sick you usually don’t have to wait to see the doctor and I was able to get in for an appointment that morning. Not feeling well himself, Will took off work and took me to the doctor. I thought I had some bad virus, would receive an antibiotics prescription, and be sent home. Nope. Bronchitis and pneumonia. The usual prescription would have been a heavy dose of steroids, but I’m breastfeeding and can’t take what normal pneumonia people take. I was given mommy antibiotics, an inhaler, and a strict rest request. The rest of the weekend was mostly a blur of us taking care of the baby as best as we could, lots of soup, tv, and naps.

The worst part of this whole ordeal was I couldn’t kiss my little girl. Taking care of her and giving her the attention she needs on a daily basis was a struggle and that broke my heart. Thankfully, our little pumpkin only caught a sniffly nose and cough throughout the entire ordeal. (Good job breast milk antibodies!)