Hey hey my little scadaddle :-)
So as Murphy would have it, after I brag to everyone about how well you are doing, things go downhill.
A little more than two weeks ago on the Saturday you werent feeling too great so we started you on your emergency stock of antibiotic that your doctor keeps on script at the pharmacy just in case he is away. By Sunday you were feeling much better and back to your normal chirpy and bubbly self, so I felt comfortable with going to work on Monday morning, BUT an hour later when I got to work and had just parked in the basement, I got a call to say that you were battling to breath. So I quickly phoned daddy and we both rushed home as quickly as possible to get to you. Although I think it seriously was a blob of phlegm that was stuck in your throat because as soon as I got home we took you to the doctor .... and yes again when your nornal paediatrician was away, so we saw his dad and whilst sitting there you decided to just spew it out in the doctors rooms ..... well I guess its nothing they havent seen before .... but after that you were perfectly fine. Anyway Dr R Senior actually told us that he could not improve on any of the medication that we were giving you so off we went back home. I didnt want to take any chances so I stayed home to keep an eye on you and you had a relatrively good day with a few grumpy spells here and there but nothing seroious, well at least up until about 22h00 that evening. You suddenly just started coughing and coughing and coughing and it really sounded like a terribly painful cough and needless to say neither you, me or daddy really got any sleep. So knowing that your regular doctor would be back in the morning we decided to take you back to see him and yes you guessed it, the prognosis was not so great ..... Pnuemonia. So our 8 months of no hospital came to an end.
We quickly rushed home to pack your bags so that we could get you admitted and on the road to recovery. The admission really is the biggest pain in the butt and just seems to take forever. So we decided to take you up to the ward as the nurses knew you were coming and I gave them strict instructions to give you veleron drops about 10-20 minutes before they even attemtped putting in a drip. So off mommy went to get all the admission papers done while ouma and daddy and stayed with you. Only to get upstairs and realise that you were in the room with the nurses putting up the drip and that daddy did not go in with you. I was not impressed. You see, normally mommy would NEVER leave you alone with the nurses, and not because I dont trust them, but because I know what to look for when you are crying and going to stop breathing. In any event I barged into the room just to find you laying on the bed completely relaxed like a little old man with one leg over the other and having a HUGE conversation with the nurses. NO crying whatsoever AND they managed to get the drip in your hand and not your head for a change - how awesome is that . Well for us and for you it is :)
Anyway your doctor ran blood tests and mucous tests and ordered serious physio for the next five days. Jip once again 5 days in hospital. The good news was that all your tests for the RS Virus and others came back negative, the bad news was that it was really a normal common cold that had got you to pnuemonua litterally over night. I can say that although you werent severely miserable and crying, you wanted nothing but to be in my arms 24/7. Now as little and as light as your are, afer a few hours you are pretty damn heavy. I would eventually get you to sleep and the second I tried to put you down you would scream blue murder, not once, not twice, but EVERY SNGLE TIME !! But as tiring and sometimes as frustrating and draining as it is, I would never change it for the world.
Since then we are home and you have recovered well. I am only hoping that with this really iffy rainy, stormy wet and windy weather that your chest will stay well .... so far so good and holding my thumbs ever so tight ..... okay okay begging God to keep it that way :-)
Mommy is ever so grateful that all is better and on track again.
Love you so so much my little angel pie
So as Murphy would have it, after I brag to everyone about how well you are doing, things go downhill.
A little more than two weeks ago on the Saturday you werent feeling too great so we started you on your emergency stock of antibiotic that your doctor keeps on script at the pharmacy just in case he is away. By Sunday you were feeling much better and back to your normal chirpy and bubbly self, so I felt comfortable with going to work on Monday morning, BUT an hour later when I got to work and had just parked in the basement, I got a call to say that you were battling to breath. So I quickly phoned daddy and we both rushed home as quickly as possible to get to you. Although I think it seriously was a blob of phlegm that was stuck in your throat because as soon as I got home we took you to the doctor .... and yes again when your nornal paediatrician was away, so we saw his dad and whilst sitting there you decided to just spew it out in the doctors rooms ..... well I guess its nothing they havent seen before .... but after that you were perfectly fine. Anyway Dr R Senior actually told us that he could not improve on any of the medication that we were giving you so off we went back home. I didnt want to take any chances so I stayed home to keep an eye on you and you had a relatrively good day with a few grumpy spells here and there but nothing seroious, well at least up until about 22h00 that evening. You suddenly just started coughing and coughing and coughing and it really sounded like a terribly painful cough and needless to say neither you, me or daddy really got any sleep. So knowing that your regular doctor would be back in the morning we decided to take you back to see him and yes you guessed it, the prognosis was not so great ..... Pnuemonia. So our 8 months of no hospital came to an end.
We quickly rushed home to pack your bags so that we could get you admitted and on the road to recovery. The admission really is the biggest pain in the butt and just seems to take forever. So we decided to take you up to the ward as the nurses knew you were coming and I gave them strict instructions to give you veleron drops about 10-20 minutes before they even attemtped putting in a drip. So off mommy went to get all the admission papers done while ouma and daddy and stayed with you. Only to get upstairs and realise that you were in the room with the nurses putting up the drip and that daddy did not go in with you. I was not impressed. You see, normally mommy would NEVER leave you alone with the nurses, and not because I dont trust them, but because I know what to look for when you are crying and going to stop breathing. In any event I barged into the room just to find you laying on the bed completely relaxed like a little old man with one leg over the other and having a HUGE conversation with the nurses. NO crying whatsoever AND they managed to get the drip in your hand and not your head for a change - how awesome is that . Well for us and for you it is :)
Anyway your doctor ran blood tests and mucous tests and ordered serious physio for the next five days. Jip once again 5 days in hospital. The good news was that all your tests for the RS Virus and others came back negative, the bad news was that it was really a normal common cold that had got you to pnuemonua litterally over night. I can say that although you werent severely miserable and crying, you wanted nothing but to be in my arms 24/7. Now as little and as light as your are, afer a few hours you are pretty damn heavy. I would eventually get you to sleep and the second I tried to put you down you would scream blue murder, not once, not twice, but EVERY SNGLE TIME !! But as tiring and sometimes as frustrating and draining as it is, I would never change it for the world.
Since then we are home and you have recovered well. I am only hoping that with this really iffy rainy, stormy wet and windy weather that your chest will stay well .... so far so good and holding my thumbs ever so tight ..... okay okay begging God to keep it that way :-)
Mommy is ever so grateful that all is better and on track again.
Love you so so much my little angel pie
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