It's Amazing the Power of Being a Parent

Well, I spent most of like the last month in bed or just out of it. It is totally lame. And I have had my freak out moments. There have been tears, wailing, crossed arms, dark looks, and I have been living in Gilmore Girl land. It is a happy place, I can watch all seven seasons right in a row. I am still not happy about the final ending, but what can I do except watch it and live on in my life. Now, you might be wondering, what in the world does any of that have to do with being a parent? Well, I will get there, I am only setting the stage. And being a girl by taking my time and giving the history. So, I am sick. It started with my hip about two weeks of pain and not being able to get comfy not matter where I sat/laid, I started to feel better. I was so happy. Then I woke up a day later with a terrible sore throat. Then I only slept three hours, making it so much worse. So I cried my way through Gilmore Girls, felt bad about myself, hated feeling sick, and was just in a funk. And then my son, Frack woke up Friday with the same cold, only for him it was worse, he has asthma and has been struggling since Christmas with sleeping and even moving with out coughing. All day he was getting medicine. Then on Saturday he really got worse. We would give him his meds and nothing was helping. So, at six that night we took the girls to my parents and then took Frack to the emergency room. The hospital is always great when we go, obviously he is pretty bad when we go the the extreme of the ER. But they always call us right back to be seen and to start treatments on Frack. He is a very good little boy. He always blows the doctors, nurses and respitory thearispists away. He is cheeful, obedient, I can tell that they have not seen too many kids that are well behaved in the midst of not being able to breathe. I am proud of him. And it is not like I have browbeat him into submission when it comes to the doctors or the hospital. I have NEVER had to tell him to be good in those situations, not that I would EVER tried to make him be on his best behavior when he cant breathe. He is just a happy little boy and he stays that way even when sick. So, I say all of that to say, when Mom Mode kicks in, all sickness goes to the back burner. I was there for him and I did what was important for Frack. I did not worry about myself and how tired I was or how sick I was I did not even think about it until we were on our way home and my brother asked me how I was doing. But, I guess when it came down to it, I actually had what it took. A crazy way to be reassured, but I am thankful Frack is better and he is such a good boy.