On our hike, we talked about how nice it was that our kids were getting older and that when they get sick, we don't have to worry as much. A few hours later, we were at the swim meet, and Caleb felt hot and had the chills. When we got home, I checked his fever, and it was 103.5. That's really hot for our kids. But it went down quickly with Ibuprofen, so I didn't worry too much. The next few days, it was much lower and would be gone in the morning until late afternoon, and he didn't act sick at all. But it just wouldn't go away, so I decided to take him to the Dr.
The Dr. said he had Pneumonia. I couldn't believe it. He just had a little cough. But, I took him for a chest x-ray to confirm and started him on an antibiotic. He rested the next few days, but on the evening of the third day, he started struggling to breathe. We ended up in the ER getting nebulizer treatments and a steroid. They sent us home with 3 more prescriptions. Hindsight proved I really should have pushed to put him in the hospital. Life would have been a bit easier in the next few days.
He just couldn't keep his oxygen up above 92 during the day (which means it will drop about 4 percent while he's sleeping), and his medicine would only last two hours instead of four, so there was lots of monitoring and stress. By Monday night, my nerves were shot. I was sure we were going to make another trip to the ER when I laid him down for bed I could just hear popping and crackling when he breathed, and he'd taken all the medicine I could give him. But, I thought I'd give it a bit longer. I checked in on him off and on, and about an hour later, the sounds were gone, and I could hear his airway opened up.
I was so relieved. It was an answer to prayer. Nights are always the worst for breathing, but Monday night, he cleared up. He has steadily gotten better, and now two weeks later, he's pretty much better. He was a trooper. It's always so sad to see your kids so sick. But, it was sweet to see our other kids treat him so well.
He just couldn't keep his oxygen up above 92 during the day (which means it will drop about 4 percent while he's sleeping), and his medicine would only last two hours instead of four, so there was lots of monitoring and stress. By Monday night, my nerves were shot. I was sure we were going to make another trip to the ER when I laid him down for bed I could just hear popping and crackling when he breathed, and he'd taken all the medicine I could give him. But, I thought I'd give it a bit longer. I checked in on him off and on, and about an hour later, the sounds were gone, and I could hear his airway opened up.
I was so relieved. It was an answer to prayer. Nights are always the worst for breathing, but Monday night, he cleared up. He has steadily gotten better, and now two weeks later, he's pretty much better. He was a trooper. It's always so sad to see your kids so sick. But, it was sweet to see our other kids treat him so well.
Oh, how we love this kid! We're glad you're better, buddy!!!
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| He hated the mask. |
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