Happy Sad Day.
We celebrated Yllac's 12th week birthday at the hospital. Yllac's a brave, happy baby and I am a weeping mommy. So much crying happened and am sure I am about to cry again today. I am not pregnant anymore but am still pregnant with emotion. c",)
Am just glad we went through this with the help of a happy/supportive family and friends. I want you to know, I love you.
You know that story you probably heard all the time, a baby being hospitalized and it just breaks your heart. And when it happened to you, you still can't believe that the baby in the story this time is yours, and in your mind lingers that famous question, - why my baby. It is tremendously heartbreaking. From the moment I felt how feverish Yllac was and that time our doctor told us he needs to be hospitalized i just want to cry there and then. My mind can't think straight anymore. All I see are needles and Yllac's small hand. He was so little for those needles, x-ray and ultrasound. But he was brave. Thank God. And he likes nurses.
I hate hospitals (and UTI particularly this time) and you probably too. Thank God for thinking daddies when all mommies do is mop and cry. Husband brought Yllac's music with him and all his toys. It was a great distraction. We had a little party too. His guests? - the nurses and the staff. It was fun. Sad at first but it ended fun.
Just glad we're home now. He still has his IV on his right hand for his antibiotic medication. He looks cute actually. It looks like a laser beem gun or something.
Am still sad whenever I think about that afternoon of March 24. I don't want it to happen again. Please God, not anymore.
every month, 3 days before the 24th:
on his 1st month we got him a chocolate cake.
on his 2nd month we got him a "drummer boy" cake
on his 3rd month we got him a "doctor boy" cake.
I hate the doctor boy cake. Am sooooo mad at you doctor boy.