I came home last night to a baby boy with a 103-degree temperature. He's had a cold for the last couple of weeks, but has been fine other than a runny nose. But yesterday, he took a turn for the worse: high fever, coughing, and lethargy.
When we got up this morning he still felt hot, and when I took his temperature, it was still 103 degrees. I knew it was time for a trip the pediatrician (which I swear feels like we do about every other week or so). I honestly don't know how I'd manage all of that if I was working full time--I'm very thankful for my days off.
Three hours, several tests and a chest x-ray later, Will was diagnosed with pneumonia. PNEUMONIA. Poor baby is very sick. They gave him a shot of antibiotics to kick-start the healing process, and then I have to take him back to the doctor tomorrow to see if he's improving (and he'll start a course of standard antibiotics tomorrow, along with a rotation of Infant Motrin and Tylenol). If he doesn't get better and his fever doesn't go down, he may be the big winner of a trip to the Dell Children's Hospital.
I am in the middle of a MAJOR deadline at work (and obviously, I need to stay home with Will), and I'm supposed to go out of town to Vegas this weekend for my dear friend Jen's bachelorette party. I'm still planning on going, as long as Will is on the upswing over the next couple of days. But that's the thing about parenthood: you can make plans, but you can't count on them. Things change and your number one priority is your child, not your personal desires.
Here are a couple (very sad) pictures of me holding sick Will while we waited for the pediatrician (so not my boy--he's usually running laps around that doctor's office).
When we got up this morning he still felt hot, and when I took his temperature, it was still 103 degrees. I knew it was time for a trip the pediatrician (which I swear feels like we do about every other week or so). I honestly don't know how I'd manage all of that if I was working full time--I'm very thankful for my days off.
Three hours, several tests and a chest x-ray later, Will was diagnosed with pneumonia. PNEUMONIA. Poor baby is very sick. They gave him a shot of antibiotics to kick-start the healing process, and then I have to take him back to the doctor tomorrow to see if he's improving (and he'll start a course of standard antibiotics tomorrow, along with a rotation of Infant Motrin and Tylenol). If he doesn't get better and his fever doesn't go down, he may be the big winner of a trip to the Dell Children's Hospital.
I am in the middle of a MAJOR deadline at work (and obviously, I need to stay home with Will), and I'm supposed to go out of town to Vegas this weekend for my dear friend Jen's bachelorette party. I'm still planning on going, as long as Will is on the upswing over the next couple of days. But that's the thing about parenthood: you can make plans, but you can't count on them. Things change and your number one priority is your child, not your personal desires.
Here are a couple (very sad) pictures of me holding sick Will while we waited for the pediatrician (so not my boy--he's usually running laps around that doctor's office).
4 comments:
Poor guy! You can tell from his little cheeks that he's hot. I hope he feels better. There is nothing worse than a sick baby.
Poor little guy. The pics are just so sad. Hugs to you both from me and Foster. I hope he starts to feel better after the shot they gave him.
Oh Michele! Poor Will! :( Hope he feels better soon. We will pray for you guys tonight!
How terrible! I hope he is feeling better and that you can get away for your girls weekend. Parenthood is never easy. It is awful to see them down and out! We will be thinking of you all!
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