As I believe I've mentioned before, RSV sucks. Totally and completely sucks. But thankfully, I think I can confidently say that the worst is behind us. For 21 days, we sat in a hospital room watching and waiting. Three weeks of my newborn baby's life were just stolen from me by that awful, awful virus.
For the first two days, we didn't know if he'd survive. Not only did he survive, but he kicked booty the whole way and did things 100% his own way and in his own time. It'll be interesting to see if those weeks were indicative of what he'll be like as an older child, teenager and adult.
While I still sometimes feel guilt (what should I have done differently to prevent him from getting RSV), I mostly feel thankful. Thankful for God's grace and strength; thankful for the prayers of family, friends, acquaintances and strangers; thankful that our sweet boy is home, safe and sound.
In the coming weeks and months, while we're still in flu/RSV season, our main job is to keep Hayden well. While the doctor said he's not likely to actually get RSV again during this season, any other cold--no matter how minor--could be really hard on him because of everything his lungs just went through. We're basically keeping him totally away from groups of people. We can go outside on nice days (I'm all about the power of a little vitamin D!) and visit grandmas' houses as long as there aren't extra people over. We've also been washing our hands nonstop and making the kids change clothes when they get home from preschool. I've gone through at least one can of Lysol and one container of Clorox wipes since we've been home!
All this hibernation means Hayden will miss out on some of the fun things we take Macey and Easton to, but the good thing is he won't remember missing out and the grandmas LOVE having one-on-one time with that sweet baby.