It was a scary weekend, Rex, let me tell you. I went and got the kids -- Hailey had been insisting I would be there Friday, so what could I do? When we got there, Tam was telling us how the baby is sleeping for short periods of times, or for long times -- no rhyme or reason that she could tell. Also that he was having some short temperature spikes -- which Hailey does in the night on a fairly regular basis. She wasn't too terribly worried because he had a doctor's appointment on Tuesday, anyway, and she intended to bring that stuff up.
So, we bundled up and hauled them off. Warren was pretty fussy at times Friday night, and took the short naps, but he would get down and play. I had to put chairs down tom keep him out of the kitchen. What is it in the kitchen that so fascinates the little ones? All the legs to hide behind and under?
I started saying Warren is Explorin' (like Dora the Explorer)
He warmed up to his horsey, after a while. The one he got for Christmas, that Hailey just fell in love with and decided he had to share with her. He didn't mind sharing. He was scared when we first sat him on it; kept trying to put his feet up. Then, eventually, he wanted to stand beside it and push the buttons to make it make noise, and he did finally throw his leg over it. Couldn't quite make it without help, but he tried.
Saturday started out the same way, with a whiny Warren occasionally explorin', but then about noon he stopped. He wanted to cling and cry and he would doze off while I was holding him upright, but if I laid him down, he'd wake up. His nose was running and his fever was climbing. And he didn't even want to play with the wet washrag on his head!
And, as it got later, he started getting those black black circles around his eyes. The ones you used to get when it was not quite time for the nebulizer.
And I could feel rattling in his ribs when I was holding him upright, so he could breathe or sleep at the same time. Not have to choose one or the other.
The washrag wasn't doing much for his fever.
I was pretty sure he was going into pneumonia. I called Tam and said I was bringing them home. If she felt it was just a cold, then she could treat it, but I knew it was more than a cold. He was either developing pneumonia or on the verge of a full-fledged asthma attack. There is something seriously wrong when a baby won't play, at least a little bit!
And those big black circles!!!
I was scared and edging on hysteria. I know respiratory problems when I see them, and the little ones can go into pneumonia so fast!
It turned out to be upper respiratory infection -- not a cold. Throat, ears, sinuses infected. I may have been hysterical, and over-reacted, but I wasn't wrong.
I wasn't wrong.
And who knows that acting as I did when I did didn't prevent a pneumonia? I can't claim that it did or didn't -- but it could have.
I never want to see anyone with those black circles all around their eyes. Certainly not our Baby Boy.
All's well that ends well, as far as Warren is concerned. I do wish I hadn't panicked, but I'm glad there was just cause for my concerns.
And very glad that Tammy listened to me, for once, when it comes to her kids getting sick. Although I have been wrong about Hailey a couple of times.
So, we bundled up and hauled them off. Warren was pretty fussy at times Friday night, and took the short naps, but he would get down and play. I had to put chairs down tom keep him out of the kitchen. What is it in the kitchen that so fascinates the little ones? All the legs to hide behind and under?
I started saying Warren is Explorin' (like Dora the Explorer)
He warmed up to his horsey, after a while. The one he got for Christmas, that Hailey just fell in love with and decided he had to share with her. He didn't mind sharing. He was scared when we first sat him on it; kept trying to put his feet up. Then, eventually, he wanted to stand beside it and push the buttons to make it make noise, and he did finally throw his leg over it. Couldn't quite make it without help, but he tried.
Saturday started out the same way, with a whiny Warren occasionally explorin', but then about noon he stopped. He wanted to cling and cry and he would doze off while I was holding him upright, but if I laid him down, he'd wake up. His nose was running and his fever was climbing. And he didn't even want to play with the wet washrag on his head!
And, as it got later, he started getting those black black circles around his eyes. The ones you used to get when it was not quite time for the nebulizer.
And I could feel rattling in his ribs when I was holding him upright, so he could breathe or sleep at the same time. Not have to choose one or the other.
The washrag wasn't doing much for his fever.
I was pretty sure he was going into pneumonia. I called Tam and said I was bringing them home. If she felt it was just a cold, then she could treat it, but I knew it was more than a cold. He was either developing pneumonia or on the verge of a full-fledged asthma attack. There is something seriously wrong when a baby won't play, at least a little bit!
And those big black circles!!!
I was scared and edging on hysteria. I know respiratory problems when I see them, and the little ones can go into pneumonia so fast!
It turned out to be upper respiratory infection -- not a cold. Throat, ears, sinuses infected. I may have been hysterical, and over-reacted, but I wasn't wrong.
I wasn't wrong.
And who knows that acting as I did when I did didn't prevent a pneumonia? I can't claim that it did or didn't -- but it could have.
I never want to see anyone with those black circles all around their eyes. Certainly not our Baby Boy.
All's well that ends well, as far as Warren is concerned. I do wish I hadn't panicked, but I'm glad there was just cause for my concerns.
And very glad that Tammy listened to me, for once, when it comes to her kids getting sick. Although I have been wrong about Hailey a couple of times.
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