Hospital visit and house bound caring. The job fits in where?

This week we returned to the hospital where N was born just seven months ago, this time to deal with a bronchial infection.  He had to be put on an oxygen machine and given Ventolin intermittently.  Don’t worry. Everything’s fine. In fact the worst part (for me – me, me, me, me, me) was the having to stay in hospital to help care for him.  I discovered a whole new level of boredom, with no internet (I know, I know, yes, I’m ok, still kind of recovering, there’s a twitch in my eye but I think it will go away within a few days) and really bad Spanish daytime TV.

I was also sleep deprived.  The Ventolin turned N into a CRAZY CHILD and he barely slept.  For the first 48 hours the Ventolin was given every 4 hours (each time followed by at least 2 hours of extreme wakefulness), after that (and still now, as I write) we only have to give it to him every 6 hours.  This still means a 12am and 6am session with very little sleep in between.  It’s like having a newborn again which is particular unfair as he had JUST started sleeping through – we had three blissful nights of it before he fell ill.  Read more...