One of Those Days

Ever had one of those days when you're eight months pregnant and your toddler is sick?  Where your toddler has been sick for about two weeks off and on and you've already been to the Emergency Room and the pediatrician during these two weeks but he just doesn't get better?  Where you've been to the Emergency Room about a dozen times in the last year because of asthma, it's not getting better, and it feels like no one can help your baby.  When you're sick as well and your husband is sick?  You have to be constantly evaluating if you should back to the Emergency Room because he's not breathing well.  Where every time he coughs, which is about a million times a minute, the anxiety surges through your body because this probably means he's starting to retract which probably means we're going to spend another night in the hospital.  Where even though you try your best to get him to eat, he won't.  And when he does he throws it up because of the violent coughing.  No t to mention he hasn't gained weight in about 9 months and is getting more and more underweight every day.  Where you're about to break down in tears because you're going to be adding another baby to this mix soon which means no sleep and more to worry about.  Today is one of those days and somehow expressing all of this makes me feel a little bit better.  We'll get through it, we always do, and I'm grateful it's not anything worse.  But man ... if I didn't have to have one of these days ever again I'd be happy.