We liked the hospital so much, we decided to go back- except this time, we made pneumonia the illness of choice (gotta change it up, or else they may catch on).
Ok, so we didn't necessarily want to go back...we were kind of forced in to it. I think the exact words were "Yeah, he has pneumonia in his left lung- pretty bad. We're gonna go ahead and admit you now". Doh!
To be honest, my mommy radar was telling me it was going to happen. I didn't think he had pneumonia (obviously, I wouldn't let my kid just walk around willy-nilly with pneumonia), but I assumed he would get hospitalized again.
So here's the story.
Thursday night, I was having a battle with Mason's nose. It was a running like a faucet, and I was desperately trying to make it stop. It wasn't working. No matter how much we wiped his nose, or how much we sucked his nose with the nose sucker (let me tell you, THAT was a battle), it still was this constant flowing mess. We put him to bed, hoping it would ease up. That night, he woke up coughing. We put the humidifier on, and he fell back asleep. No big deal, coughs are to be expected when you're nose is running. Friday morning, he wakes up in a coughing fit. Scott brings him to our bed for some snuggle time. As Mason and I were laying there, I noticed he was breathing kind of fast. I checked his tummy, and noticed he was having some retractions while breathing (sign number one that he was working hard to breathe).
Dang.
So I call his doctor, schedule an appointment for that morning (just in case, since the weekend was approaching and I didn't want to go to the ER again). I give him a breathing treatment, take the girls to school, and come back home to wait on the doctor appointment. During the 1 hour wait, Mason lays on me, watching tv (sign number two- this boy doesn't stay still for ANYTHING).
We get to the doctor. Immediately they decide to check his O2 levels. 87%. Doh! (sign number three, crappy oxygen levels). The doctor comes in and listens to him, and decides that he's really tight and wheezy. He orders a steroid shot, another round of nebs, and a chest x-ray, because he has a sneaky feeling that he has pneumonia. If he has bad enough pneumonia, its an automatic hospitalization (but no mention of a transport to Children's, which is AWESOME).
1 big shot of steroids in the leg, one neb treatment, and one chest x-ray later, we have a confirmation. Pneumonia. Crap. Doctor orders a shot of antibiotics and another O2 check before we head to the hospital (the clinic and the hospital are in the same building, talk about luck). I kid you not, the needle for the antibiotic shot was like the size of an ink pen. Biggest effing needle I have ever seen in my entire life. And it was going in my little man's thigh (opposite thigh of which the steroid went in, thankfully). It was sad.
So if you're keeping track, that is 2 nebs, 2 shots, and 2 O2 checks, all within a 3 hour time span. Before we get any farther, I'd like to touch base on the x-ray, just in case no one has seen what they do to get an infant x-ray (at this point, I had not- I was highly amused....probably more so than I should have been).
They put the child in a restraint called Pigg-O stat Pediatric Immobilizer and Positioner. Please keep in mind, this is not Mason in the picture, but only because I thought I'd get in trouble for whipping out my camera. Mason had his "WTF" face going on, much like this kid.
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| With a kid in it |
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| Without a kid in it... |
Back to the story.
So we start our walk down to the hospital. Mason, at this point, doesn't give a flying crap about whats going on, as long as the chick with the needles quits coming near him (our poor nurse, she always gets the brunt of Mason's annoyance).
Finally, we reach our room, where we meet our new nurses. Poor Mason, he hasn't seen anything yet.
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