When you have four kids you are no stranger to childhood sickness. We are generally pretty healthy around here, but we do get our share of the seasonal stuff that goes around. And this year's round of it is apparently pretty nasty.
This sweet little nugget got a fever. And then a cough. And she just couldn't shake it.
The first visit to the doctor got us a pneumonia diagnosis and a round of antibiotics. Two days later she was still getting worse, so we went back, and the doctor sent us to the ER at Children's Hospital.
They gave her IV fluids and started IV antibiotics, and tylenol to get at the fever. She was admitted for the night. Nasal swabs were tested and results showed that she had a bacterial pneumonia that didn't respond to the kind of antibiotic she had been given. So with the right antibiotics and getting her hydrated and monitored, she should get back on track quickly.
As scary as it all looks, honestly I think we both were relieved. I was about at the end of my rope and very happy to let the professionals take over in caring for her. I was happy to be able to just sit and hold her hand and worry less, knowing that she was in more capable hands than mine, with proper monitors and vitals to tell us how she was really doing. And I honestly think she was a little relieved too - she initially was sad about not getting to go home, but once she was comfortable in her room I think a part of her knew she was where she needed to be, and she settled in and just went with it. She was so brave with the IV and actually was quite fascinated with it, and I think once she realized that the fluids it was giving her were actually helping her feel better then she was even somewhat happy to have it. She cooperated with all of the exams and questions and was really the sweetest and most pleasant little patient. And in a family of four kids, I think any time you are the total center of attention from a whole bunch of adults, it is welcomed no matter what the circumstances.
She was released after most of two days and just 1 night. The doctors felt like she was on the right track and could finish her recovery at home. She came home with lots of stories to tell her sisters and brother - all about getting an IV and a popsicle, trying to walk to the potty with a big IV pole, riding in a wheelchair, watching movies in a bed that went up and down, having hospital meals delivered right to your bed and gifts delivered from the hospital gift shop.