
Those who know me well will tell you that when I have a new baby, I disappear. I go into hibernation for at least a couple of months. Why? Because I basically become germophobic! I arm myself with lysol wipes and stash bottles of purell in every room, bag, purse, and drink holder and begin waging my own personal war on bacteria and the onslaught of viruses everywhere.
When Sawyer was 4 weeks old he got RSV despite my dedication to sanitizing and hiding out at home. So with Hayes having been in the hospital with immature lungs for 10 days, I took it up a notch. I washed everything in sight, I met the kids at the door and policed the dropping of shoes and backpacks at the door, the washing of hands with a hospital grade scrubby and then sent them off to change their clothes before coming near the baby. In three months I think I hit church maybe 3 times and still have not touched the commissary; having assigned all errands to Tyler. I have only actually visited my VT sisters once; preferring the drive by treat drop option instead the other two months. I did get out to the boys' basketball games, but sat away from other spectators and kept Hayes enshrouded in his car seat; sleeping soundly and safely.
And a week ago Sunday I took Hayes to the ER. And he had RSV. And we were there until Thursday. Prisoners of war.
The way I see it, my only options now are to either keep my school-age kids home with me (Porter had brought home a cough), somehow completely quarantine myself and Hayes, or just suck it up and deal with it. Germs are everywhere. At least I got to sit and read and watch movies for 5 days instead of facing housework and bills. And since I was basically tethered to the room and they wouldn't bring me meals since I wasn't the patient, I lost 3 pounds while there. There just might have been a silver lining. And Hayes is much better now. Still a little stuffy, but better. It's just unfortunate May is still so far away...






