Apart from the fevers and teething symptoms here and there, K was a pretty healthy baby.
Untill recently. And when the mighty falls, the mighty falls hard.
She came down with bronchiolitis on Tuesday and it made her a completely miserable kiddo, from the fevers (High ones, low ones, Saturday Night - you name it, she has it. Well, except dengue. Choi choi choi!!), phelgmy coughs, running nose, vomiting, watery eyes yada yada yada...
Medication time consists of at least 3-4 medicines plus a 10 minute session with the nebuliser. Luckily enough she is (a) too fascinated with the new "美美" strapped around her nose and/or (b) too groggy (boo!) from the sickness to put up huge struggles when inhaling the vapors.
Somewhere, I think i heard a piece of Papa Yeow's heart broke as well. He takes every chance to carry K and gives her words of comfort each time after she pukes and gets startled by all the mess on her person.
Me? I will break down after this whole episode is over. Bronchiolitis is something that can turn nasty and messy if not nipped early - my heart aches when K turns her watery eyes on me and is a picture of utter misery and crankiness. But it is more important to get her out of the pits of misery and onto the road of recovery first.
There are many disruptions to our household's routine these few days and Papa Yeow and I are getting by on an average of 4 hours sleep each night, on TOP of all the exciting changes that are coming soon.
Now, can someone buy me a vodka shot pls!?
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