...And so Trevor was in the ER again.
The diagnosis was bronchitis. He'd stopped taking his chest infection meds to heal his stomach from the virus and the infection escalated to bronchitis. The doctor told him we weren't allowed home until Wednesday. Effectively, Trevor would be missing 5 days of the first week of Wren-Lee's life. We were devastated.
Everyone was pretty surprised that I hadn't collapsed into a sobbing heap yet. Truth be told, my mind was in business mode. I had to be strong to take care of my baby and keep Trevor positive because he was obviously heartbroken. I just kept reminding myself that it was better for him to get healthy so he could enjoy his time with her when we got home.
Amidst all this, I was also frantically planning Wren-Lee's baptism which came about quite suddenly. My dad's schedule conflicted with the date we'd originally planned and so we shifted her baptism forward to the coming Sunday. She'd be 10 days old and it would be beautifully serendipitous that Wren-Lee would be baptised with Sienna. I was elated that we would be sharing such a special moment with Natalie and Duane.
Finally, Wednesday dawned and we went home. Trevor was cautious with Wren-Lee but was clearly happy to have his girls home. I ended up taking care of him as he was still very much in recovery but we were enjoying late night feeds and getting to know our daughter.
The baptism was lovely and our mothers took care of just about everything. Wren-Lee was an angel and slept all through the service and all of the tea gathering afterward. It was so good to see friends and family and feel somewhat normal again. Unfortunately, Trevor's body took a knock and he spent most of the afternoon and evening in bed and it ended up being a good thing.
The Monday morning I woke up with mastitis. I had all the flu like symptoms and felt like I'd been hit by a train. At last roles were reversed and Trevor had to look after me. While I was doing my best to fight through feeling awful, I still had to breastfeed Wren which was the best treatment for the infection. Thankfully, it cleared up in 24 hours. That Wednesday, we had a lovely breakfast to celebrate our anniversary and had an afternoon of laughter with our friends.
Now, with all the stress I'd been through you'd expect that I would get baby blues. I didn't. Well, not in the conventional sense. I did crack a few times once I was home and cried a few times but for different reasons. I cried when I was angry then again when I was beyond tired one afternoon and another time when Trevor looked like he was getting sick again. That was pretty much it. Trevor will tell you that I can be a bit abrupt and short tempered sometimes but at least the crying was very minimal and occurred with valid reasons.
After all this drama, we did get to spend a few happy days together before Trevor's leave ended. It was great to just be home alone and indulge in being a little family. While I certainly wouldn't wish what happened to us on anyone, it certainly did make for a great story for Wren-Lee to hear someday.
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