Sorry it's long. I don't know if it's a combination of everything that's happened but I'm honestly feeling on the edge of a breakdown. We should be right now arriving at a lovely hotel after a hellish few months.
I have one DD (just turned 2). Complicated and worrying pregnancy and traumatic birth. Since contracting bronchiolitis as a 6 month old she has struggled so badly with respiratory issues. We've had to take her to A and E about eight times since last winter with croup, chest infections and viral infections. She can't throw anything off herself, it's always a steroid at best, antibiotics and once was admitted overnight for oxygen.
We said no to a big family holiday with grandparents in January because she'd had a bad viral infection on our last holiday that required a day in hospital for monitoring and spoilt it - so thought we'd wait until summer to give her the best chance of not contracting anything before we go. Good choice as I found out I was pregnant again in January.
Very sadly the pregnancy was a missed miscarriage, ended up having a D and C and was then told it was a partial molar which required a lot of monitoring to ensure there was no cancer from the abnormal cells. Horrible to live through but as soon as we were given the clear from hospital, we booked a no expense spared holiday to Greece for me, DH and DD. Last week my parents decided at last minute they would also fly out and join us there - all set to make memories and put the past few awful months behind us.
Fast forward this week and, you guessed it, DD comes down with something chesty that makes her cough and wheeze. She was prescribed antibiotics (also suspected ear infection) and extra inhaler and given a steroid, and after a nail biting week, her nurse godmother came and gave her a good exam yesterday and said while she was still a bit wheezy she was good to fly.
I was in the supermarket looking for some last minute bits when husband called and said she'd started vomiting. Immediately we knew we couldn't go with just six hours until we were due to set off to the airport. She vomited a lot at home and insurance and holiday company both said we needed to take her to hospital to have medical evidence, which we did, so it was a four hour A and E job which I felt so guilty about as strictly speaking we didn't need to be there medically, but needed documentation she was unwell.
I just can't believe it. She's napping now and is, thank God, improving. But I have severe health anxiety, am still dealing with the aftermath of the molar pregnancy, and this holiday was the one thing we were clinging to as a family. It sounds so dramatic but I just want to scream in the shower about how unbelievably shit it all is. Nightmare thoughts about losing my daughter are stalking my mind, or that she's got some awful undiagnosed condition that is causing all this.
I think what I really need is to just write all this out and feeling like I'm not screaming into the void but if anyone has any words of comfort or advice, I'd so appreciate them.