Monday, August 30, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Not on Friday.
So, about half an hour later, I gave him a second breathing treatment with medicine number two. He was still wheezing up a storm and his little chest was heaving like crazy (I learned later that this little trick is called "retracting"). I waited about an hour after the second treatment, then called my mom. She told me to call the ped's office. I did so. Well, actually, during off hours, you have to call the nurse supervisor in the ER, who then determines whether the on-call doctor should get involved. After I sat on hold for 15 minutes, I hung up and called a local urgent care center. The sweet nurse (who made me wait less than a minute...just sayin') relayed my concerns to the doctor, who told me to take W to the ER. I was really hoping we could just do urgent care, but they apparently can't do too much with breathing problems.
So off we went. This was around 7:30. I chose an ER downtown because that's the closest of the three children's hospitals in the city. In my haste to get W to a hospital, I conveniently forgot that the location I chose is awfully damn ghetto, and isn't really a nice place to be after dark. Oops.
Even knowing that, I was shocked by how inner-city the ER was. It was trashy. This is not a crappy, inner-city-type hospital - it's a major medical center in the area - so I was slightly surprised. Regardless, they got us in and triaged pretty quickly.
We were taken directly back to the pediatric area as soon as the triage nurse was done with us. Then I sat and repeated my story about a bazillion times. I'm pretty sure no one who works at this place talks to anyone else, as I had to repeat the same thing to everyone who walked in our room (and I caught one of the interns/residents/baby doctors not listening. She was shocked when the head doctor said something about W's history of wheezing. I know I told her about the croup-wheezing connection. Tsk, tsk).
Once W was evaluated, he got a breathing treatment, and sounded a million times better. But they still sent us for a chest x-ray. Have you ever seen a toddler get a chest x-ray? It's sort of hilarious. They stick the kid in this contraption to keep them still. Even though W was screaming his head off, there was just something funny about his little hands flailing around out the top. I stood there covering my mouth and trying not to laugh. I kinda hope the techs thought I was trying to not cry; that option makes me look like less of a horrible mother.
The x-ray was fine (no pneumonia), but W started getting wheezier and was doing a lot more retracting, so he got another breathing treatment and an RSV test. That's another fun one. Really. The nurse dropped some saline in W's nostrils, then sucked it out with a snot-sucker and put it in a cup. W loves the snot-sucker so much to begin with, and having this done around 10:30 PM (AKA three hours past bedtime) was a treat.
The RSV test was negative, but W was still showing symptoms. The head doc - who was great, by the way - was kind of nervous about sending us home, even with the negative tests, because W's respiratory rate was still really high, and he was still retracting. He called the on-call ped from our practice, who gave him the go-ahead to send us home, on the condition that we came to the clinic's walk-in hours on Saturday morning. I was fine with that.
The patient (in a crappy, blurry cell phone pic) toward the end of our visit. He hated the oxygen monitor on his toe.
While we were hanging around our shared room, another kid came in. His eye was swollen, and his mom thought it was a bug bite. Turns out that this kid had what the head doc referred to as "really nasty, really long-lasting" pink eye. When I was younger I would catch pink eye if someone with the virus looked at me from a mile away. I'm serious. So as soon as I heard the word "conjunctivitis" come from the other side of the curtain, I groaned internally. The last thing we need right now is awful, awful pink eye that lasts two-to-three weeks. Yes, you read that right. And the infected person can't go to work/school/daycare until it clears up. So far, we seem good. R's eye was kind of puffy this afternoon, but I think that's more sinus-related than pink-eye-related. I'm assuming he's got the same virus that W does, which is causing some sinus stuff, which is causing the puffy eye. I'll take him to the ped tomorrow, and hope that I'm right.
Anyway, we were discharged with a diagnosis of bronchiolitis, instructions to keep up with the breathing treatments, and no real explanation for why it happened.
We got home around midnight, and Captain Perky Pants started running around like a maniac. I love albuterol...can you feel the sarcasm dripping through your monitor? Luckily for me, I was able to get him settled down and to bed around 12:30. Unluckily for me, R decided that he was going to get up for the day at 5:30. He's never done that before. He always goes back to sleep after his butt-crack-of-dawn feeding. B was working, so it was just me and my super happy baby at that ungodly hour. It was awesome.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
I'm just...eh. I kinda feel like I'm on the downward side of another PPD slope. I hope not, but I think that's where this is heading.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Eating. The kid pretty much won't eat anything any more. He loves crap food (cookies, cake, chips, etc.), which we very rarely give him. I make a point of not eating junk food when he's awake, just so the issue doesn't come up. He's a grazer. He'd munch all day if he could (and we tend to let him do that on weekends. We leave a portion of whatever food it is on his table, and he'll go back to it off and on for a few hours).
The real problem is that he doesn't like main dish-type foods, and it's becoming an issue at daycare. Their fallback food is PB&J, which W likes, but he seems to be getting sick of. And, since he refuses to try anything new or different-looking, we're running out of options. He'll eat oatmeal, PB&J, pizza (but usually only if he's eating from my piece), waffles, pancakes, cereal...I think that's about it. He won't eat meat. At all. He used to eat lasagna (and other Italian-type foods), mac & cheese, and grilled cheese, but he's given up on all of those. Daycare is begging for some new ideas, and I just don't have any.
I'd like some new ideas for him, too. I'm kinda tired of giving him the same things over and over and over again. His meals consist of some combo of the stuff I listed above and applesauce, peas, carrots (sometimes), corn, bananas (sometimes), pineapple (sometimes), crackers (any type), yogurt, and, uh, I think that's it. Help?
The tantrums. I'm sure this is normal toddler behavior, but the kid completely loses his shit when the situation calls for a little patience. If I'm in the middle of doing something, he wants attention, and I ask him to wait a minute, he freaks. If he asks for something and I don't get it for him immediately, he freaks. Is there anything I can do about this?
Finally, the mommy issues. Oh, the mommy issues. W is a momma's boy. He likes spending time with me. He prefers me over his dad, no matter what. He wants me to do everything for him. He flips out when I leave (even if it's just to go to the bathroom). If he wants or needs anything, he comes to me. He wants my attention all.the.time. Which is all well and good until I need to nurse R or go to the bathroom (and have the audacity to try to do so with the door closed!) or leave for an appointment. Frankly, it exhausting. And it drives B nuts when he's left to deal with the fallout. It's great that he loves his mommy, but does he have to love me so much that neither of us can accomplish anything else in our lives? Someone please tell me this is just another phase (that's been going on for month and months and months). And someone please tell me how to handle this.
Switching gears. I feel like I spend so much time focusing on W that R is getting ignored. So here's a gratuitous picture (poor little guy isn't nearly as photogenic as his big brother, but this is a pretty decent shot).
"Whatchu lookin' at?"