Firstly - Amelia is feeling right as rain. Her blood tests came back normal, and while she hasn't gained as much weight as expected over the year she doesn't have anything majorly wrong. It appears to be a diet related issue - I changed the bulk of our dry goods to less processed, organic, multigrain etc and her digestive system has improved, her energy is back and she is gaining weight. Hurrah. We go back in November to have a re-weigh to see if she continues improving on the new diet.
A little cold came through our house last week, but no one really got anything worse than some minor sniffles on Saturday and Sunday (we did covid tests just in case and we were all negative); however after the rest of us recovered over the weekend, my little boy did not. He just kept getting worse and worse sounding. Monday he was a busy little whirl wind, albeit crankier than usual. Tuesday when he woke up he looked and sounded awful and I immediately said we had to get to a doctor. I considered the emergency room, but the walk in was just opening so I figured we would be seen faster there.
I knew it was going to be busy at the clinic, people always line up early, so leaving the house at 7:55 meant we were going to be in a decent sized que (they open at 8am). I was dismayed to see that there was indeed a line up out the door, and my arms were already feeling the burn of carrying Cedric. The check-in line went relatively quickly, and after I checked in I turned around to see there was a chair free in the corner! Thank god! We hustled over to it and settled into our 45 minute wait.
The poor little guy didn’t even put up much of a fight being held (usually wants to be free to explore) – and kept falling asleep on my shoulder. We got in to the exam room and the doctor listened to his chest; looked at me and said he was sending us to the hospital to pediatrics – go straight there and they will be expecting you. That makes a mom get filled with dread.
My Dad happened to show up at the clinic because he was worried about his grandson, so he followed us to the hospital and helped entertain Cedric while waiting on the pediatric doctors. After an exam with them he was given a puffer to help open his airways – that sounds so innocent and simple in the written form. It was a blood curdling screaming event that involved 3 of us to hold him still/administer medicine. I wish there was a way to make them understand that it will help them.
After the initial consult with Peds we were given a room to spend the next two days in. Every 3 hours he was given a puffer. This lead to him wailing anytime someone in a yellow gown arrived (we were listed as a contagious room so everyone who came in had to gown up). He is going to have PTSD over the colour yellow. After a few rounds on the puffer they gave him some foul tasting steroids to reduce the inflammation in his lungs. I was quite convinced he was going to vomit everywhere and he gagged pretty hard. The other method of torture - in Cedric’s eyes - was the nose sucker. We had to wrap him in a blanket and hold him down while they cleared his nasal passages.
As the day progressed he became more interested in his surroundings, and had bouts of energy before hitting a brick wall and needing to rest. Thankfully Cedric is in a solid routine for sleeping and he fell asleep just after 7pm and was able to go back to sleep after each of his nightly interruptions. I did not sleep so well, but I would rather be uncomfortable and present, then sent home.
I have nothing but wonderful things to say about the nurses and doctors who work in the pediatric unit. They were thoughtful, friendly, confident and supportive. They went out of their way to build a rapport with Cedric so he wouldn't be so upset - I couldn't have asked for him to be in better hands.
As a side note: Good thing I went home and got snacks for us, Cedric would have been howling in hunger. The breakfast they served him was a single fruit pouch. Lunch and dinner were 2 small containers of Pablum and a ¼ cup of mash potatoes with a fruit pouch. Cedric eats more calories in 1 meal that what they fed him in the whole day. I was glad to see that his appetite never left despite how sick he was.