Pulling our hair out

Well, it really has become the norm for Bea to be sick. It's very frustrating, emotionally draining, and breaks my heart to see her this way.

What is it this time? Well, the doctor said bronchitis. Through the course of the last 12 hours, she has not been happy. She's pretty much screaming or crying when awake, almost like she is in pain. Last night was not fun. We tried to disguise the medicine in her milk, but she knew immediately. And she really wasn't drinking much anyway. After her waking up more than a few times last night screaming, Josh finally decided at 4 am that we were going to get that medicine down her no matter what it took. So, while he held her down and somehow managed to get an open passageway in her mouth, I held her nose and squirted the medicine into her mouth. Of course, she wasn't happy about that, and I thought right away she would just throw it up. She mysteriously mellowed out after that, but she was still somewhat upset. I was surprised that it actually worked. The good thing is that these antibiotics are for 5 days, just once a day.

Maybe she just hasn't gotten better and this is what happened. I'm just awfully tired of her being sick more than she is well. I don't know how to prevent this other than constantly washing her hands and being overprotective when we go out. But, I don't want to be a basketcase over it either.

I keep chanting in my head that things will get better, that she will not get sick as much, and that we can all get some good sleep. Maybe not for 18 more years, right?

At least Olivia is well. She's doing great, and it appears that she is starting to get some teeth.