DS2 is 15. When he was 8 weeks old, he had RSV bronchiolitis and was in hospital for a week. It was a really worrying time, he was on oxygen and ended up with a feeding tube. DS1 was 11 months at the time and then undiagnosed autistic. DH was very unhappy about DS2 being in hospital and would come in and accuse me of not caring about DS1 or him, only wanting attention and saying that I had Munchausens by Proxy and if I was diagnosed, he would make sure I never saw the boys again.
Shortly after the worst of these DH diatribes, the doctor told me that DS2 was getting weaker, so they needed to put in a feeding tube so that he didn’t need to use up energy feeding, or there was a danger that breathing might become too much effort and DS2 might stop breathing altogether. As you can imagine, I was in pieces.
What’s weird is that this evening, when unloading the dishwasher, I felt like I was back there, seeing it all so vividly and feeling all of the fear again. Is that a flashback? Something weird?
fwiw, no DH has not got any better and I am hoping to leave when DS2 finishes school. I am just confused and trying to work out what is happening to make me react like that this evening. Should I be worried?