Realization

Last week my little boy had his eye surgery and bilateral ear tube placement. Monday morning he was sick all over the place and last night he spiked a temp of 104. He woke up crying, tossing and turning in pain. We immediately gave him his inhalers because he was having difficulty breathing. (Common when you have Reactive Airway Disease.) We got him out of bed. We held him. We rocked him. We gave him a decongestant because his nose was completely stuffed up. We ended up giving him a nebulizer treatment. Then it was Ibuprofen when his temp started spiking. Then right before we decided to take him to the ER (I was there with him until after 4am) I looked at my husband holding him, rocking him and consoling him. I said, "Matthew, do you realize that all of these children on RR and our little girl we have grown to love so much, doesn't have this? If they are sick and in pain, or having difficulty breathing, they have to do this on thier own." That pain struck me like a knife in my heart. It isn't right. It's not fair. We scooped him up and I took him to the ER. He is better now. Steroids and antibiotics do help... Just the thought of him being alone through all this, well it broke my heart. I realized if we cannot get to Yana, we have to save someone else. We can't let another little angel suffer alone. If that does happen, then God willing, if her region becomes open for RR, move over people... I will be first in line.