Sometimes you just need to cry in your minivan.
Sometimes you need to say words that only God will hear.
Sometimes you wonder why you pay the insurance company when you should really be paying your pediatrician’s lighting bill.
Sometimes you just feel like one more bad break might just break you.
Then you wipe away the tears, dose the meds, put a bandaid on the stupid hand you just cut opening the syringe, apologize to your kids for yelling and settle in on the couch for a beer with your husband.
You know, because tonight was supposed to be date night. But instead, you spent it at the after-hours clinic with your son who has pneumonia. Again. Actually, it never went away. The meds that we thought worked, well…didn’t. Now said mom is sorta freaking out because the only option left is the one that’s hard on the belly. And, sweet boy’s belly isn’t all that tolerant.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.
Thank you God for amazing friends, for social media, for a loving husband and for a dose of perspective tonight. Because as I sat in my minivan crying in the Walgreen’s parking lot (seriously, how LAME is that??) I thought of another mom tonight who sheds the same tears for a baby seriously ill in the NICU. Yeah. Been there, done that. We are definitely making progress. We just have to take a few steps back every now and then.