Catherine Connors is a mother, writer and recovering academic who traded the lecture hall for the playroom and discovered that university students and preschoolers have much the same attention span. She still dips her toes into academic waters by writing the occasional scholarly article about the place of motherhood in Western philosophy, but mostly now she changes diapers and wipes noses and indulges in long reflections on whether Yo Gabba Gabba is a harbinger of the decline of western civilization. Oh, and she blogs: in addition to Bad Mother blogging at BeliefNet, she is, among other things, the author of HerBadMother.com, Managing Editor of MamaPop, moderator of Her Bad Mother’s Basement, co-founder and co-editor of WeCovet, Contributing Editor at BlogHer, and (deep breath) founder of and contributor to Canada Moms Blog. And in her spare time… oh, wait. She doesn’t have spare time. But she’s okay with that.
We had planned to make the big move – the move to the Big Boy Bed – last week, in the hopes that with the dawning of a new era of expansive bedspace for Jasper there would also dawn a new era of sleep for us.
Alas, it was not to be. Jasper got sick, and then Emilia got sick, and then I got sick, and then Jasper got sick again, sick enough to need a breathing mask and puffers and all variety of medical whatnots designed to terrify anxious mothers. And so we let them stay in bed with us, our sick babies, and we cuddled them and fretted and cuddled some more and allowed that sleep could wait until the worry had passed. Until the worry does pass.
So. Maybe this week. Maybe this week we’ll sleep.
Or not. If we can keep it up until Friday we’ll have a pretty convincing zombie act down for Halloween.
posted October 27, 2009 at 11:50 am
Poor Jasper and poor parents! If by breathing mask you mean nebulizer and albuterol and wheezing and all that stuff, I’ve been there and done that. And I can assure you, IT WILL BE OKAY. There may be some rough spots ahead where you’ll have to do this every time he gets a cold, but he’ll likely grow out of it. My younger son had the same problem (hospitalized for a week when he was just over a year) and he’s 10 now and doing just fine. And he too always looked healthy as a horse. I PROMISE you that this too shall pass. It may take 7 or 10 years, but it will pass.
An option to the mask it to just use the tube and give him the treatments while he’s eating. It always worked for my son. He didn’t use the mask till he was about 2 or maybe even older. Otherwise, we just held the tube in front of his face (nose/mouth) while he ate, played, whatever. By the time he was 6 or 7, he had mastered the inhaler.
Good luck with all of this, and if they recommend putting him on an inhaled steriod to manage this (should it become a more regular problem), DO IT. It works, and he won’t be any shorter because of it.
You can always e-mail me personally if you want more information.
posted April 22, 2010 at 9:33 am
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