Poor little fella
Little J is so sick. I took him to the Sunday pediatric doctor’s office this afternoon. I thought he was taking the virus that C has had. C is much better. C’s fever got up to 103.8 degrees. J’s fever was at 103.2 an hour ago.
This morning, J was wheezing a lot and seemed to have trouble catching his breath. The prescription cough syrup seemed to help a little, but not enough to make him comfortable. At the doctor’s office, we found out that J has asthma. The cold virus has acerbated his problem and J required a breathing treatment to help him get some oxygen. His pulse oxygen was down to 93% (should be above 95% - max is 100%). The doctor sent us home with instructions to use a home nebulizer (borrowed from my mom - thanks!) to administer breathing treatments to him every 4-6 hours, with every 2 hours if necessary. I have found out that the breathing treatments wire J. Talk about dancing on the ceiling! My goodness. I don’t know if I could handle the result of a breathing treatment every 2 hours!
The doctor told us to be aggressive in doing the breathing treatments with the goal being to keep J out of the ER or being admitted to the hospital. He said that J’s lungs could easily go into pneumonia as strained as they are. J is also now taking a steroid to help his lungs get well. No antibiotic was warranted. We were told to see J’s regular pediatrician on Tuesday to make sure that he is getting well and that this course of treatment is the best for him. Poor little guy!
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It is now 11:30 pm and I just put J in bed. Told you the breathing treatment wired him! Plus I couldn’t make him lay down until I knew that he could breathe better. Hopefully he will rest well. I’m sure Daddy B and I will be checking on him often throughout the night. The Tylenol has brought his fever down and the cough syrup and Triamenic sinus medication are working. If he would let me, I would hold him all night to make sure he was okay. Sleep good, my little angel.