Friday, January 4, 2013
Earlier this week, Luke seemed a little more fussy than normal. He cut one tooth, and I thought maybe he was cutting the one next to it, so I gave him some motrin and didn't think much of it.
And then the fever came. Luke was burning, and no amount of medicine would get it down. He also had a nasty sounding cough and was throwing up a lot. Not good.
After two nights of Luke burning, with no relief, and his cough sounding worse, I decided to take him to the Dr. There are about a million things I love about Heber, and there are a few things I don't love. The lack of Doctors in the area is one thing I am not fond of. I called all three doctors, and not one of them could get Luke in. gggrrr
After another night of no sleep, and a burning, throwing up, coughing baby, I called and called and called until I finally got Luke in on Thursday.
I actually got him in to the PA. The doctor was double booked for the day. The nurse checked Lukes vitals. Temp. of 102 with mortin and tylenol in him. Heart rate was too fast. Oxygen level...hovering around 85% and dropping. She listened to his lungs, and then told me that she was going to get the doctor.
The doctor came in, listened to Luke and decided to do a nebulizer treatment.
We left the office 2 hours later. I walked out with a very hungry William and Sam, a very sick Luke in the car seat, an oxygen tank with the cord already hooked up to Luke, 4 meds, a diaper bag, my purse, a nebulizer tube and mask, and pages of instructions.
Not the case. Luke's RSV is moving from his smaller respiratory tubes, to the big ones. Which means he has the beginnings of pneumonia. His oxygen also dropped.
Pretty crazy stuff. It is so sad to see Luke suffer. It breaks my heart.
Mary was supposed to be baptized tomorrow morning, but we are obeying the doctor, and keeping Luke in a little bubble for a while. The baptism has been moved to February.
Here's to hoping my baby can beat this nasty stuff this weekend. Poor thing.