But I was so careful...

I'm a bit of a germaphobe when it comes to my kids. I have taught them to push elevators with their elbows, flush toilets with their feet, and use paper towels to open the door. I didn't leave the house for weeks or go to church after Ellie was born for fear of her getting RSV. When the girls would get home from school, I would make them wash their hands and sanitize before they came near her. I went to my two month appointment at the doctors office and took all the necessary precautions. But a few days later, I noticed a slight cough and a wheeze. I debated, should I shouldn't I take her in. If she doesn't have it, she will probably get it, and if I don't, she could get worse. So, I take her in and sure enough, she tests positive. I'm trying not to be a baby about it but I tear up when the doc tells me it is positive. This started two weeks of suctioning and hospital visits in an RSV clinic. I don't get it, the more careful you are, sometimes it still doesn't matter.