January 16th, we woke up to a very sad, cranky lil boy. He seemed to not feel very well-a cry we've never heard. I held him close and rocked him all day and prayed he would get better. I kept telling myself it was a cold. The week before Trisitn started to have a clogged nose, and it was nasty. (Something the booger mom loves, but nasty) Sunday rolled around and Tristin was still showing signs of sickness. He slept all day long. I believe I called my mom at least 4 times, worrying about him.
Monday morning, we called in to the pedi to check up on his status. We quickly found out it was RSV. We were notified that it was common, but we needed to watch for rapid breathing, and wheezing. I quickly called into the school to notify them of my situation. We took Tristin home with a double ear infection, and RSV. I just held him close. We were told to leave him out of daycare for the week, so Kevin and I quickly split up our week. I was going to take of Tuesday, and Wednesday leaving Thursday for Kevin to take off (since he's off on Fridays). Tristin and I hung out in bed all day long and cuddled.
Tuesday morning I woke up to a scream at 3:00. I looked him over and calmed him down. I didn't see anything noticeable or different, but as I started to lay down beside him I thought I'd take the time to count his breaths. 84-I quickly woke Kevin and told him, and asked him to count. 82. I got upset, and Kevin called our Pedi who told us to go ahead and take him to the ER. We drove in, and our lil guy stumped the nurses. He looked fine, no fever, but was breathing really fast. We started a series of breathing treatments and checks. We had x-rays-scary and horrible to watch. It looked like they were torturing him. Then back for more treatments. It was determined he was having a hard time breathing, and the doctors wanted a more specific doctor to look at him. Tristin was put on oxygen and we rode by ambulance to Dell.
We arrived to begin another series of treatments, and to camp out in the ER till 6 that evening. They decided around noon that they wanted to keep him over night to monitor, and to keep him on oxygen. Night number one-rough, but we were hopeful. Day two-started out ok, but he didn't want to eat at all. He was then introduced to the feeding tube. Not pretty! Day number 3,we were ready to GET OUT....and by 10 that morning, they came in to set us free. I am still tired from this week, and don't have the words to describe how scared, and nervous I was the entire time.
We took him in for a checkup that Friday, and were sent home with a breathing treatment and some prayers.
What a week...here are some photos
Our Trip to Dell.... ER at Dell/with Dad
Tired Lil boy...... Feeding Tube that I didn't like!
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1 comment:
Oh...I was so scared and I felt so bad that I kept asking if he had fever!!!! I'll send you straight to the doctor from now on! Such a sweetie peetie!
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