Froggy in the Throat.....

Rhett is getting sick.

My little mommy radar beepers are going off like crazy tonight.

All day long he has been attached to me like a piece of Velcro. Every time I would put him down he would frantically drop in front of me and lay there like a limp noodle, so I couldn't walk away from him. He would wrap his little chubby hands around my ankles as tight as he could, causing his knuckles to go white.

Then he would look up at me and whine.

Everytime I tried to sneak out of the room he would turn around and look at me and start crying. His short little legs would toddle at lightning speed towards me, and he would wrap around my legs, give me the saddest eyes you have ever seen, and say "Up Ommy.....Peeeeseeee!!" If I told him no, his beautiful big blue eyes would well up with giant tears. How can I not pick him up after that.

His skin is modeled, he has black circles around his eyes, and I think the most disturbing part is that his chest, right below his sternum it's sinking in ever so slightly....(okay maybe a little more than slightly)......everytime he breathes.

He took a 2 hr nap today, and then was back to sleep by 7:15 tonight. NOT normal for my little night owl. Generally he is up and causing mayhem until 10:30 at night.

His stoma around his G-tube site is bright red again, and he doesn't want anyone to get near it. Funny how the first sign of an illness for him is extra drainage and a red stoma.

Oh, and his binky has been in his mouth all day long.

It's funny how when you have a child like Rhett, that you panic at the thought of him being sick. He has thrown so many curve balls at us in the past that just the smallest sniffle makes me worry.

But I will take all of the sleepless nights, the worry, the frustration, all of the hard stuff that comes from raising a child who is medically fragile. Because all of the smiles, hugs, and kisses that I get totally outweigh the hard times. We are so lucky that he is still here to make us smile.