Once home, I wanted to get a base line pulse for Nate so I would have something to compare it to for the next 3 days until we get his blood pressure checked. That didn't go well. It's pretty challenging!
Then came the hard part. And I started to bawl. It's not that I was so scared of this drug and what it would do, but more that this was the first time that I've had to actively do something to/for Nate as a result of his condition. Kind of like admitting that this actually was real and was happening. Of course add to that the worry of any possible complications, and you've got a mommy who really doesn't want to give her son his meds. After a quick call to Don, to get some encouragement, I did it. And prayed.
I almost had to call 'my person', but then this happened. I'm holding my Nate and cuddling him and crying. Then I pull him back just to look at him and he gives me this goofy little smile.
That's what I call perspective!
You know, I'm glad this was hard.
If it wasn't, I'd have to wonder.