Today Patch was diagnosed with pneumonia. For anyone who knows our story well, you know this is not the first case of a Hearn baby with this. Thankfully, his case seems to be far more mild than Elizabeth's was nearly 5 years ago. But still, the feeling of helplessness to protect my baby came rushing back to me. How dare these yucky germs invade MY Patchy. Who do they think they are? But as I do when all of my little ones are sick, I will think of nothing else until he is his happy, joyful self once again. I will force feed Gatorade and Jello down his throat. I will give him popsicles every time he is willing to take them. I will keep all traces of dairy away from his tiny-mucus filled body. And I will, although I will probably cry while doing it, hold him tight for 15 minutes, three times a day to administer the dreaded nebulizer treatments. I'm a Mommy. It's what I do. It's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it. (Thank God that it's me)
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