Friday, February 25, 2011

My baby is sick...

...and I hate it.  I hate the helpless feeling you get when you watch your little one struggling with any kind of illness.  Children should not be allowed to get sick, with anything, ever. 
It started with a cough.  Phoebe was down for a nap and over the monitor I heard her cough and thought, please don't be getting sick.  Then Sunday night I couldn't get her to go to bed.  Normally at 5:30 this little girl is begging to be put to bed but on Sunday she just wanted held.  I would finally get her to sleep, lay her down, and 2 minutes later I could hear the screams all the way down the hall.  So I would start the whole routine all over again. 
I knew she was stuffy but I had done everything I could think of to help.  Vicks- check, Humidifier- Check, Menthol vapers plug-in - Check, and still nothing was helping.  I finally got her to sleep some of the night in her car seat.
Fast forward to Tuesday and my little one still wasn't getting any better.  In fact, if anything, she was getting worse.  She had decided it would be a great idea to stop eating as well.  So I figured it was time to take her to the doctor.  I love my doctor.  She is so great with my kids and she listens to me and explains everything without making me feel like an idiot.  Unfortunately she wasn't in on Tuesday so we had to see another doctor.  I'm not complaining, he was very nice, there just wasn't anything he could do.  He told me that Phoebe has RSV and most often kids are hospitalized from it due to dehydration so to make sure she was getting enough liquids and then he sent me home telling me to do they same things I have already mentioned above.
Today we went back to the doctor and she is worse.  Her O2 sates were low and her lungs were raspy.  So they have her on breathing treatments.

I know this is a good thing but she just looks so small and pathetic doing them.  It makes me scared that she isn't really OK.  I've had asthma my whole life and have done a number of breathing treatments and I know how they make you feel. Jittery.  Nervous.  Shaky.  Like your heart is racing.

I hate making her feel that way.  But it seems to be working.  Gone is the cough that won't stop until she gags and the breathing I can hear all the way out in the hallway.  Welcome sleep.  Of course I still have to get up every 4 hours to give her the breathing treatment, she just doesn't have to be awake for it. 

Hopefully she will start to feel better soon.  We go back to the doctor on Monday.  Until then, sweet dreams little one.

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