So, we've spent the past two weeks totally sick. We had to admit little baby June, into the hospital due to RSV and bronchialitis. Hospitals, especially the childrens' ward are depressing places even though you are getting help. Amidst all the sickness and germs and millions of nurses (your best friends in the hospital) and nursing students and a few doctors, there are parents. Parents with little glimmers of hope in their eyes. You can't help but wonder, what's wrong with each one of their kids. At least June only stayed 4 days. It could have gotten so much worse and it didnt.
I decided, however, after staring at a small cubicle of grey, sitting next to a jail cell type crib, listening to beeping heart monitors and such hooked up to my month old child, I never, ever want to have to come back if we can help it. I will do everything in my power to prevent it.
She was a champ though, didn't even cry when they ripped off the tape from the tubes on the day we left.
Nursing, the other kind, the feeding kind, really helped June. In fact they say breastfeeding was the best thing going for her while she was so sick. Which leads me to what I last left off with: public nursing. I'll be doing it as long as it works for the two of us. And if anyone scowls at me for doing it in front of them while I'm miles away from home, on tour, I will remember that it possibly can help save my kid's life.
Next time, happy moments...and the photo shoot from our next album's artwork.