All the oxygen was picked up the other day. When the guy was loading his van up with all the oxygen tanks, and Masons concentrator he had NO idea he was unloading a million pounds off my shoulders. Standing at the door watching him roll the concentrator to his van he looked back and said "Have a good day Mrs. Killion. "HA! A good day? He had NO idea he just made my LIFE!"
When Dylan was a baby he would cry because he didn't want to be put in his crib but Mason would cry every night for a different reason. As gentle as we would try to be while putting the oxygen tubes up his nose it didn't matter it was irritating, and hurt. He started getting sores in his nose but we had no choice to put medicine on his sores and continue with the oxygen. If the oxygen tube would come out of his nose in the middle of the night I would try my to put it back on and not wake him but that was nearly impossible. Which would lead to more tears.
Looking into his room when he is sound asleep I cant help but smile, knowing he is sleeping AND breathing. Also I have found myself getting more sleep! When I told a friend Mason needed oxygen he said "I don't think its a bad thing if it helps him" No I wouldn't say a BAD thing it was the solution to a problem. However knowing your child is reliant on oxygen is scary.
Constant thoughts weren't "Did I pack enough formula?" no no it was more like "I need to call Lincare and get more oxygen tanks delivered" and before going somewhere I would think "I better double check and make sure I don't need to grab another oxygen tank." As a habit I still think of these things but smile when I realize he don't need oxygen! It is still really weird seeing him without oxygen but I LOVE IT!!
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