Finn was diagnosed with Bronchiolitis. I had never heard of this before, but apparently it has affected tons of babies in Utah this winter! They suctioned Finn out (no fun to watch or assist with) and treated his fever. For the next few hours we were mostly just under observation. I had been in touch with Conor nonstop... I really wanted him home, but also knew how important his business trip was. We were waiting to make the final decision on whether or not Finn would be admitted to the hospital. But the waiting was difficult on all of us, so Conor caught the first flight home that he could. Such a weight was lifted once I knew that I would have his help. Both our boys needed us, and I was not able to provide for them both on my own.
Finn responded well to the bronchial treatment, so our doctor was comfortable sending us home later that afternoon. He emphasized that Finn would most likely need more bronchial treatments (essentially being suctioned out), but that we could bring him in when that was necessary. It was ecstatic about not having to stay in the hospital. I just wanted my baby home & healthy. Conor was already home by the time we left the ER; it has never felt so good to all be together!!! Finn did need another treatment that night before bed, but that would be his last! His was a strong boy, who was fighting the illness as hard as he could!
The next week was a blur. My boys were the sickest & saddest I have ever seen them. Liam ran a high fever for 8 straight days. Broke out in hives. And took 3 separate trips to the doctor himself. Finn continued to puke up most of his feedings. The laundry was piling up. The sleep practically nonexistent. But oh there were endless amounts of snuggles. It was a challenging week for us all! I have never been so happy to have such a partner in parenthood. Conor stayed home from work until we thought I could care for them both. He handled half the night wakings. The medicine giving. The tear wiping. And the bath giving.
It was hard being inside for so many days straight, especially once they boys had just a bit of their energy back. We read every book in the house. We watched far more Daniel Tiger than anyone should in one week (but let's be honest...I LOVE Daniel Tiger!). And we made up crazy games involving the humidifier. And just once we snuck out of the house for some Swig sugar cookies, because sometimes a treat is in order so that everyone doesn't go crazy. It was a trying time for all.