Hijo mío. My Son.
An open letter to my son…
I’ve written many posts regarding the challenges you face with Asthma. I am your number one advocate in getting you the best care possible. Why?
One night, you got so sick at home, I had to rush you to the hospital. With an IV in your arm and a band-aid where you had blood drawn, You were diagnosed with pneumonia. I thought the most you would have was bronchitis. No, it was pneumonia. After that word left the doctors mouth, a million things crossed my mind as he was talking to me about your diagnosis and treatment plan. All I could think about were the patients that died from pneumonia when I was working or celebrities that have died after a bout with pneumonia. Sorry, I know that was morbid, but pneumonia is nothing but bad news.
Soon after, my son, our lives were never the same.
You are the first person in my side of the familia to be diagnosed with asthma. I came into this completely ignorant about how our lives were about to change. During the ride home, after you were diagnosed, I remembered increasing the volume of the radio so that you wouldn’t hear me cry. I was wearing sun glasses to hide my red, swollen eyes. I couldn’t even look at you without wanting to stop the car and climb into the backseat and hug the heck out of you.
I blamed myself. I was trying to recollect my pregnancy with you. You were a hard pregnancy but I swear I took really good care of you. You were breastfed the first year of your life and were a happy baby. Why, then? Why?
It’s been almost 2 years since that drive and I see you as a thriving 7 year old. We’ve only had 1 set back with your attack on none other than Valentine’s Day but other than that, you are amazing. Just last week, the doctor told me you had a 10% increase in lung function. It was awesome news to receive. Although you are still dependent on meds everyday, with the help of the Lord, you and I will overcome this.
This, hijo mío, I promise.
Baby mine, don’t you cry Baby mine, dry your eyes Rest your head close to my heart Never to part, baby of mine…. ~ Baby Mine
As moms, we know we can never be where our children are at all times. During a time of need, especially a a physical one, our #1 priority is to protect our kids from all harm. Johnson’s Baby understands this.
This Wednesday, Johnson’s Baby Cares is putting together a #WeCare Twitter Party on May 9th, 10am – 11:30 am PST. I, along with 4 other bloggers, will be hosting the event with Latina Bloggers Connect. Come help us celebrate Motherhood and caring for our babies. To RSVP is really simple, just follow this http://twtvite.com/wecare and we’ll see you at the party!
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Read more about the work that Hillary Duff, Johnson’s Baby and Save the Children are doing to help families in their time of need.
This is paid post by Johnson’s baby through Latina Bloggers Connect. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
Liz is a Mexican-American blogger living in Southern California. Married 19 years, and a mami to 3 kids, her content is inspired from living in and raising a multicultural familia. Liz has been blogging for more than 7 years, establishing herself as a nationally recognized Latina blogger. She often blogs in Spanglish and may throw in some Tagalog when talking about her hubby. You can also find her chit chatting away at @Liz_Cerezo on Twitter!