A few weeks ago, Lila had croup, for the second time. This time around it was different with no “barking” cough, so at 2am off to the ER we went. Many crazy thoughts of what she had were going through my mind in this 2am fog. I was certain it was that incurable disease I saw on the news or maybe she has developed an awful case of asthma – she’ll never be able to play sports, I’m sure of it.
Once becoming a mom (pregnant actually) this fun-loving gal was sent into worry mode, big-time. It can get to the best of us and certainly got to me. There was a time when I was laid-back…go with the flow…chill, if you will. I was the kind of girl who was up for anything, anytime. As sad as this is to admit – at times, those days seem many moons away. Now with every cough, every fever, every runny nose something is majorly wrong and must be tended to immediately. I used to think, “When Lila get’s a little older, when she can tell me what hurts, I won’t be so worried.” Damn it, I was wrong! And I know it will always be something – it only begins here. Someday they’ll actually want to leave the house without me, then what will I do?