It all started on Tuesday 4/3/2014 @ 6pm when the cub started developing a fever, I administered some panado and prospan for her cough and then off to the gym I went not thinking she was badly sick because she was running around and playing. I returned and mum informed me that she threw up water and phlegm.We took her home and she started a fever of 38C, I administered supps and waited...and waited...and waited, then she coughed and coughed and threw up, @ 11pm with a temp of 39C I took her to hospital.
In the ER they administered another supp and ibuprofen and sent us home with antibiotics, cortisone for her chest, supps for the fever and cough syrup.
The cub had a horrible Wednesday night, fluctuating fever (38C-39C) and laboured breathing and coughing too, I tried to doctor her with meds I had, with a spacer to open her chest. We made it to the morning and she was just exhausted and nothing had changed from the night she was the same, my heart sank, I was helpless to my little one. As a mom you realise there is only so much you can do before getting medical help. We took her once again to the ER and the doctor threw around words such as x ray, really not well, more medication for the fever which she now developed again. My heart sank as they put her on oxygen, poked and prodded her hand for blood samples (very painfully I might add, as she screamed because they missed the vein) and finally, poked her again to put up a drip. My cub stared at me with tearful eyes longing for me to help her. I had to keep telling myself that this is good for her, they are helping. BUT I still wanted to slap the nurses in their faces for hurting her.
After being now officially diagnosed with bronchial pneumonia she was admitted. The paediatrician on call made me feel way more at ease than the ER staff. Sounded like he knew exactly what he was talking about but without making me fear that she would get worse and was even hands on when the nurses struggled to reset her drip and oxygen. It really does make a difference who your doctor is. (I will post about paediatrician choices as we go along)
Long story short, we were in hospital from the Thursday, 6/3/2014 until Sunday 9/3/2014, treating the bronchial pneumonia. Needless to say adrenalin kicked in throughout the stay at hospital because I wanted to make sure that my cub was not suffering. I stayed up all night watching nurses giving meds and taking stats, staying in mommy fighting mode.
My cub however wasn't having a problem with sleep, she was so exhausted from her tiny body fighting the nasty sickness that sleeping wasn't a problem for her.
Once I was home Sunday night, and the cub was 95% better, I crashed, I slept and slept. I just put the cub for an afternoon nap and now and am actually dreading going back to work tomorrow just for the mere fact that I still feel like I should be keeping her safe at home with me, away from the germs. LOL. But I guess that's not a reality at the moment and she has to go back to daycare tomorrow. I am really proud of her, she fought the pneumonia (she even fought the nurses back so they wouldn't give her syrup meds...LOL)
Until next time...
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