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Sebastian has been sick now for six or seven days, and it's been getting worse and worse. It started out with vomiting at night, and then progressed to a fever which got higher and higher - again, only at night. We've had very little sleep for the past week.
The night before last his temperature reached either 104 or 105 - Teri and I disagree on which it was. In the morning he started crying.
Do you know about crying? If you're a parent, you do. There are different kinds. There's the "I want something that's bad for me, and you won't let me have it" cry. There's the "I'm going to try to sound like a baby" cry. There's the frustration cry. The "scared" cry. And others.
But yesterday morning it was a new one: a real, adult-sounding cry of pain, accompanied by a deep, hacking cough. We took him to the doctor for the earliest appointment we could get.
She didn't like the sound of his lungs, so she had us take him for a chest x-ray. He was pretty scared about that, although we told him over and over that it was just a picture.
We had to wait for a while at the radiologist. Finally they brought us in and took the film. I had to wait outside while Teri held him (she was wearing a lead apron). He sobbed through the whole thing, although it only took 30 seconds.
We went to CVS to pick up amoxicillin and some prescription cough medicine, and then waited to hear from the doctor. It seemed like a long time before the call came back: the x-rays were negative. But she was concerned enough that she scheduled a follow-up appointment for next Tuesday.
So what's the problem? Possibly the flu, and/or bronchitis, was her best guess. The antibiotic should start helping in a day or so. Fortunately Sebastian likes the taste of that one. We started him on it right after the doctor saw him yesterday.
Re-reading this, we sound like bad parents; we should have taken him to the doctor earlier. And I suppose we should have. But this illness kind of crept up on us; during the days he was perky and seemed to feel fine, and the coughing wasn't bad or frequent. The whole thing really seemed to start with the sleep deprivation, which I think clouded my judgement.
Speaking of which, the sleep situation last night was mixed; the boy toddled over to our bed early in the night, climbed up, and spent the night pushing me around. I'd say I got 5 hours of sleep. Sebastian probably got 7 or 8 hours of sleep, as did Teri.
It doesn't help that on Wednesday I had a very active day volunteering (more about that in a later post), and that tomorrow we're all getting up early to go to the New England Aquarium - Teri's father is taking us there.
I'm so tired.
The night before last his temperature reached either 104 or 105 - Teri and I disagree on which it was. In the morning he started crying.
Do you know about crying? If you're a parent, you do. There are different kinds. There's the "I want something that's bad for me, and you won't let me have it" cry. There's the "I'm going to try to sound like a baby" cry. There's the frustration cry. The "scared" cry. And others.
But yesterday morning it was a new one: a real, adult-sounding cry of pain, accompanied by a deep, hacking cough. We took him to the doctor for the earliest appointment we could get.
She didn't like the sound of his lungs, so she had us take him for a chest x-ray. He was pretty scared about that, although we told him over and over that it was just a picture.
We had to wait for a while at the radiologist. Finally they brought us in and took the film. I had to wait outside while Teri held him (she was wearing a lead apron). He sobbed through the whole thing, although it only took 30 seconds.
We went to CVS to pick up amoxicillin and some prescription cough medicine, and then waited to hear from the doctor. It seemed like a long time before the call came back: the x-rays were negative. But she was concerned enough that she scheduled a follow-up appointment for next Tuesday.
So what's the problem? Possibly the flu, and/or bronchitis, was her best guess. The antibiotic should start helping in a day or so. Fortunately Sebastian likes the taste of that one. We started him on it right after the doctor saw him yesterday.
Re-reading this, we sound like bad parents; we should have taken him to the doctor earlier. And I suppose we should have. But this illness kind of crept up on us; during the days he was perky and seemed to feel fine, and the coughing wasn't bad or frequent. The whole thing really seemed to start with the sleep deprivation, which I think clouded my judgement.
Speaking of which, the sleep situation last night was mixed; the boy toddled over to our bed early in the night, climbed up, and spent the night pushing me around. I'd say I got 5 hours of sleep. Sebastian probably got 7 or 8 hours of sleep, as did Teri.
It doesn't help that on Wednesday I had a very active day volunteering (more about that in a later post), and that tomorrow we're all getting up early to go to the New England Aquarium - Teri's father is taking us there.
I'm so tired.
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