To Much Thinking......

I have been sat thinking about my poor boy who was so ill at Christmas 2010, he was 3 months old, I feel so guilty in the fact he was soo poorly, I was adamant that I was not going to be one of them mums that took their children to the doctors over every tiny bit of something wrong and because I didnt it resulted in my son spending 3 weeks in hospital because he was so poorly.
We nearly lost him twice while he was ill, his Oxygen levels were dramatically low and he was loosing weight.
It started on the 12th December 2010 we realised he was starting to go a funny kind of grey colour, so we took him in to hospital, they kept him in over night for obsivation but let us go first thing on the 13th of December.
He got worse during the day, constantly throwing up and struggling to breath, he was always sleeping and not moving a right lot so come the evening of the 13th we took him back in to hospital, there we stayed for the nect 2 weeks, spending our first Christmas as a family together by his hospital crib.
Looking back it was not a bad day even tho my poor boo was ill, he has suffered 2 types of Bhronchalitis (spell check here lol) the first was not contagious but the second was, he eventually and slowly started getting better, eating without throwing up, it was a long process but we got there in the end.
All the nurses knew us by sight and name (even to this day they do) as we had spent so much time on ward 17 me been 3 weeks away from my due date to this very day we are well known on the ward. As we were spending Christmas in hospital I decided to make the best out of a not so good thing and decorated our room with Xmas decorations and got a mini Xmas tree, we put the tree on the table and put all the pressies under the tree, turned out to be a fantastic Xmas in the end, especially when I found out that the nurse's had been bragging to all the other nurses about how Christmassy it was in our room and everyone kept popping in to have a nosey, which was fantastic because been stuck in  a hospitla room for 2 weeks is very lonely and boring.
Any ways on the 27th December we got let out of hospital which worked out fantastic as it was my Neice's 1st Birthday so I went up to see her, Left Joel at home with Charlie as he still was a fair bit poorly and was not really a good idea to be dragging him out in the cold.
Any ways this story aint finished with a happy ending yet as on the 2nd of January 2011 we were back in hospital with our little one again as things were not improving and his special milk he was put on was not staying down, so the hospital did yet more tests on him, this time he has (of all things) Swine Flu, this point he was 4 month old (birthdate is 3rd September) so we was in hospital for another week while he started to recover from that with all his medications. I felt and still feel really guilty, if I had reacted faster in the begining of his Illnesses none of this would have happend, If he had died I dun't think I could have lived with my self, I feel like I let him down by not taking care of him and all I could do was cry all the time.
Charlie still suffers with Bhronchalitis (spell check here lol) but now he is a happy 16 month old boy (most of the time) he is so easy going and will sit on the floor for ages looking through his books, he took some time to catch up with other babies his age in his development but now (aside from his chesty breathing) to look at him you would never know he was really poorly. He has attended over night trips a couple of times during this last year due to his breathing but nothing majour has come from it, thank the lord.

 This is Charlie now, this picture was taken at Eureka in Halifax on the 12th January 2012. My happy 16 month old boy.x I could not be prouder of my little fighter.x