We’re back at Josh’s mom’s house. Samuel’s much better, still coughing a bit, but hopefully improving every hour/day. I don’t have to tell you all how much it sucked being in the hospital, and no one would be surprised to know we spent most of the day ready to be discharged but had to wait hours and hours and hours waiting for a take-home apnea monitor. Or that the representative from Apria was clueless and less than helpful – not to mention showing up late TWICE since when she first arrived she’d brought the wrong cord.
The apnea monitor sucks as well. Going off constantly because Samuel moves while sleeping, or because it thinks it is not attached to him.
About halfway through the day another baby came in with RSV. As she talked with the nurse, a difference between normal parents and us became very apparent. My emergency monitor is obviously set very low. She said her son had begun coughing a few days before, and that the night his coughing and breathing had become very scary so she called her doctor in the morning. She endured a night of scary breathing, Josh and I rushed to urgent care after one episode. I know everyone tells me that all parents worry, that all parents get scared when their little ones are sick, but I’m sure we still worry and get scared more than most.
So far my monitor has been correct, but I hope I don’t become like Samuel’s apnea monitor, disrupting and annoying him for no reason at all.