Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Big Time Sickness...


Thursday night, January 29th, was a rough night. Trying to wrestle a wrestles ten-month-old throughout the night is nearly impossible...when you're trying to sleep yourself. However bad that night was, I had no idea what was in store. The following afternoon, after daycare, I knew we I was in for it. Grantham's temp spiked to over 100! Of course my go-to diagnosis is TEETH. Cursed teeth. So, for the next two nights, I became a nighttime baby wrangler. I also dabbled in bedtime aerobics as I wiggled my hips and jostled too and fro to create just enough motion to sooth my un-sooth-able baby into a Tylenol and/or Ibuprofen (every six hours) induced slumber. Much to my dismay, the guy could not be soothed. As reality set in on Sunday night, it was Bo that first mentioned using a sick day to stay home with the little guy to try to get him well! 


 Babies are so crazy, here is is (above) with drool all the way down his front, and rosy red cheeks...complete with  a huge smile that would lead no one to believe he was suffering!
Sunday night came and went. Just because a sick day was in order, doesn't mean that I was able to A. Sleep in Sleep  or B. Not have swim practice. However, as long as I kept the Tylenol and Ibuprofen on schedule, Grantham was fine. It wasn't until I let the medication lapse for one hour...that I noticed that his temp skyrocketed again, and it was then that I decided it may not be teeth after all... 

After a quick call to the doctor, we were in! Grantham was believed to be battling RSV, or Influenza. However, after a test (large q-tip up a very small nostril) we discovered that he tested negative for both. So on to the next ailment...pneumonia! It was too late to have an x-ray that evening, so we were sent back to the lab for a finger prick to rule out any bacterial infection that could be treated with antibiotics! Again...negative! So, home again for another night of sleeplessness! 




Tuesday, I took off again prior to my swim meet in Webb City, and we went in for the chest x-ray...it too was clear! Turns out it was just a wicked virus that simply mirrored any on of those icky illnesses! 






2 comments:

  1. Does dad keep a supply of dress up clothes in his office? Did you bring all the dress up clothes for Grantham's X-Ray? So many questions. It's good to know that even though Grantham was so sick, Garrity still made the effort to look fabulous for the X-Ray visit;)

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