Adventures with a sick child.

The reason I haven't posted for a few days is because Miles is sick. Saturday he was fine except for the cough and congestion that he has had for the last few weeks. We did our usual Saturday shopping, and came home and rested. Sunday morning he woke us up at 6:00 with a fever of 102.3 I gave him Tylenol, and left him home with Lynn while Ellie and I went to church. Lynn called me as Sunday School was starting saying he was really droopy, felt hot, and refused to take the Tylenol that we had at the house. So, Ellie and I left church, went to Wal Mart to buy some that we could force down him easier, and came home. His temperature was 104. The Tylenol got it down to 102.5 or so, but then when it started to wear off, it went back up to 103 and wouldn't come down with another dose. After calling the pediatrician's office and talking to a triage nurse there, we decided to take him to Urgent Care.

That was not an experience I want to relive any time soon. We waited for an hour before we saw the triage nurse, who gave him some Ibuprofen, and then another hour and a half to see the doctor for no more than 5 minutes and have him tell me that it is probably viral, and to take him home and try to keep the fever down with Tylenol and Ibuprofen like I had been doing. I said something about being worried that it could be pneumonia because he has been coughing for 3 weeks. The doctor (who obviously hadn't been listening to me when I told him this the first time) right away said "Oh, let's get a chest x-ray, I thought he'd only been coughing for a week." We went to get the x-rays came back the doctor told me his films looked clear, but he would have the radiologist look at them, but it was probably viral, yada yada yada. We went home, me being very frustrated at spending 3 hours there only to be sent home and told it was viral.

We weren't home for 15 minutes, and the phone rings. It was the doctor calling to tell me the radiologist saw some pneumonia and he called in some antibiotics for us to start in the morning. Thank you LORD! I'm not losing my mind after all!!

So, since Lynn is working overtime today, I got to take the kids to Wal Mart to pick up Miles' antibiotics. They open at 9:00 so I figure if we get there at 9:45 it should be ready because they would have gotten it first thing this morning right? Well, we get there and I'm told that it isn't ready yet and will be another 15-20 minutes. Yeah! I get to walk around Wal Mart for 20 minutes with a sick child and a three year old! Just what I want to do with my day. At least the Ibuprofen I gave Miles at 2:00 this morning was still working because, he didn't get a fever until this afternoon. We finally got the antibiotics, and the doctor was merciful in giving me Zithromax which is only once a day. I was thinking I was going to be having to give it to him three times a day. He isn't very good about taking medicine.

Poor little guy doesn't feel good at all. All he wants to do is sit on my lap, which I love, but I do have other things that need to be done. Right now he is sleeping in his crib. His temp was 103 about an hour ago, but I gave him Tylenol, and hopefully it will come down. We'll do the Ibuprofen next time.

As I was sitting holding him last night and today, I couldn't help but wonder at the complete confidence he had that I was taking care of him. He completely trusted me and all he wanted was to be in my arms. Maybe that was what Jesus meant when he said that we need to become like little children.

Well, he is fussing again, so back I go to hold my boy. If you think about please pray that he feels better soon.