Turns about being a momma is not all fun and games. You probably assumed that already. Unfortunately, I'm not talking about run of the mill poopy diapers or sleep deprivation here. My munchkin is sick. He has been fighting off what we though was a cold for four days now. I thought he was getting better. That was until he vomited up most of his bottle last night after a coughing fit and then could hardly eat this morning because he couldn't breathe.
On Sunday he has started coughing. And we had determined to take him into our pediatrician's office. When we called though, they encouraged us to keep him home since he didn't have a fever. Saline, nose bulb, humidifier, elevate mattress. Check.
It was rough but we were dealing. If the monster can't eat though, no one is happy.
This morning our pediatrician diagnosed him with bronchiolitis. Which basically means he has the worst of the worst cold for little guys. He got a nebulizer treatment while we were there and they sent us home with one too, but she basically told us that we just have to wait it out. Wait. And watch him cough. And not be able to sleep/eat. And listen to the snots just hanging out in his nose and throat and chest. Torture!!! The doc should prescribe meds for the parents at this point if they can't give anything to the kids.
Of course I know that he will be okay. But this is the worst! I'm doing all I can to make him feel better and it just isn't enough. It breaks my heart. I wish I could take this illness on myself.
The doctor also told us that it could take two weeks for him to start feeling better, but the illness usually peaks around day three or four. Which is right where we are now. I sure hope this is the worst of it. My poor little man.
On Sunday he has started coughing. And we had determined to take him into our pediatrician's office. When we called though, they encouraged us to keep him home since he didn't have a fever. Saline, nose bulb, humidifier, elevate mattress. Check.
It was rough but we were dealing. If the monster can't eat though, no one is happy.
This morning our pediatrician diagnosed him with bronchiolitis. Which basically means he has the worst of the worst cold for little guys. He got a nebulizer treatment while we were there and they sent us home with one too, but she basically told us that we just have to wait it out. Wait. And watch him cough. And not be able to sleep/eat. And listen to the snots just hanging out in his nose and throat and chest. Torture!!! The doc should prescribe meds for the parents at this point if they can't give anything to the kids.
Of course I know that he will be okay. But this is the worst! I'm doing all I can to make him feel better and it just isn't enough. It breaks my heart. I wish I could take this illness on myself.
The doctor also told us that it could take two weeks for him to start feeling better, but the illness usually peaks around day three or four. Which is right where we are now. I sure hope this is the worst of it. My poor little man.
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