I've been sick for almost 2 weeks. Mommy says I have a horrible cough with terrible mucus build-up that has made it hard for me to breathe. (You're telling me!) Daddy rushed home from work because Mommy called him in a panic.
I had nearly choked while coughing; thankfully, I was able to gasp a breath and breathe again -- otherwise Mommy would have been calling 911 instead of Daddy.
Anyway, Mommy and Daddy rushed me to the doctors office to get me looked at.
Thankfully, the nice nurse with the frog on her stethoscope said my lungs look clear. But my pulse ox was low. I kept curling her toes while they tried to get a reading:
The doctor decided to give me an albuterol treatment, which I definitely did not like (even though I almost fell asleep at one point).
Why, Daddy, why?
After the treatment, my pulse ox hadn't gone up. That, combined with a few other risk factors, made the doctor tell Mommy and Daddy to take me to the Emergency Room.
We didn't have to rush and run any lights, but the doctors wanted me to get seen quickly.
The hospital down the road from us has a separate Pediatric ER, which was wonderful, and because I was so little (and they put the magic word on my sheet: pertussis) the ER got us in rather quickly.
The ER nurse took all my vitals and then had Mommy put me in the saddest, smallest, cutest hospital gown ever.
The nurse came in to look at me and said that x-ray tech would come get me soon to do a chest x-ray and make sure my lungs looked good. Then we waited (for almost an hour) for them to come.
While we were waiting, Daddy started feel sick. He might have a little of what I've had, with cold symptoms and a small cough. Daddy got really light headed and almost passed out. Mommy told him to get somewhere where he wouldn't fall if he passed out because she was holding me and couldn't catch him.
By now it was almost 7. Just as a nurse came to do a swab of my nose, the x-ray tech showed up.
We left Daddy in the room and Mommy took me to get x-rayed. Mommy had to put on a little lead vest, which the tech explained slipped on like a snuggie.
[[Mommy says: Just because I barely got dressed today and I look seriously ghetto in my holy t-shirt, doesn't mean I am intimately familiar with how to wear a snuggie. But I managed to figure it out anyway :-)]]
I was so tired by this time that I was a very compliant patient. When we got back to the room, they had to take a swab from my nose to test for pertussis. It takes a few days to get those results.
The doctor came in and said my x-rays looked good; I didn't have pneumonia or RSV. They talked about the options of keeping her there, but I seemed to be doing better so Mommy and Daddy opted to bring me home and promised they'd bring me in if I got any worse.
The doctor looked at Daddy and said, "Are you okay?" He said he wasn't feeling well, and she replied he looked very flushed. Long story short, Daddy ended up being wheeled over to the adult ER to see if they thought he needed to be looked at. Thankfully, he got to just come home with us, and is going to the doctor tomorrow.
Just in case I test positive for pertussis, the ER docs started me on antibiotics. So far, Mommy says I seems to be doing okay, though my cough sounds just horrible and I cry sometimes when it hurts. Breaks Mommy's and Daddy's hearts.
So we're all very tired, me and Daddy from being sick, and Mommy from worrying about me while I sleep and spending a couple hours each night holding me while I coughs.
So if you come over and Mommy's in a snuggie, don't judge her...
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