About 3 weeks ago, Bethany came over to my house with a cold. The next day, she was a lot worse. That was the day that Luke and Becca started coughing. That was also the day that Caitlin picked the girls up in the middle of the day for a doctor's appointment and Bethany was diagnosed with Bronchitis. Bummer. And no surprise, when I took Luke to the doctor, the following afternoon, he had it too.
Poor baby cried hysterically for almost the entire doctor's appointment. He recognized the office almost immediately after we walked in. It had been two months since we had been there for his 15 month appointment, but he remembered that this is the place where they stick him with needles and he did not want to be there. He started crying and pointing at the door and whenever a nurse or the doctor walked into our exam room, he cried even harder. Between visits with the nurses and doctor, while we were alone in the room, Luke just whimpered and kept an unbelievably tight grip around my neck.
And it only got worse when we got home because the doctor prescribed Luke an inhaler along with his antibiotics and since he is too little to use the inhaler, we had to get one of these babies to go with it.
We were instructed to give Luke two puffs every four hours, and for each puff, we were supposed to keep the seal over Luke's nose and mouth for 5-6 breaths. Yeah, that didn't happen. Mostly because Luke thought I was trying to suffocate him every time I put the mask on his face! He didn't seem to think it was physically possible to breathe with the mask over his nose and mouth so he honestly went into fight-for-my-life mode as soon as it got anywhere near his face. And this boy is freakishly strong so no matter how much I tried to force it while he screamed his head off and his face got redder and redder, he almost always managed to rip himself free after just one or two breaths.
Luke was sick for a about a week and started just whimpering
at the sight of the inhaler at around day four or five. It was a long, sad week. But
we got through it and lucky for me I got away with a (pretty nasty) cold
instead of full-blown bronchitis and Jeff escaped with almost no cold symptoms!
Luke never (that's right never)
just wraps up in a blanket and watches TV. You know he's sick when you
see a sight like this!
Sickness and all, this restful state
didn't last long.
1 comments:
It is so sad when they are that sick! My 3 year old has had to use the inhaler with the aerochamber twice this year. The nurse taught me a trick to get them to be still that worked so well, I only had to use it once or twice and then I got full cooperation.
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