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Time to explain the cute baby in the hospital gown.
So last friday my little peach started coughing coughing, not the cute little fake coughs he does sometimes to get me to rush over and scoop him up in my arms, but a real grown up cold phlegmy cough. Being the paranoid mum I am I promptly made an appointment with the Doc ( couldn't get in until the next day) The next day Saturday we went, and the Doc tells us he is breathing too hard and working too hard and we he writes us up a letter to take to Childrens Hospital Emergency. So we eat lunch and head over. We wait for like an hour. Then my cute little bugger gets his temperature taken (rectally and he loved it, go figure) and a heartbreaking nose suction thing to test for viral infection. He cried I cried it was hard. Then we went home after about 6 - 7 hours and were told to come back the next day. So we go back on Sunday. We wait ( but not for as long) and they do more suction nose tests, more rectal temp taking ( which he still enjoyed, go figure) and then the most heartbreaking of all heartbreaks - the x-ray. They had to do it to check if my precious baby had pnemonia. Let me set it up for you. Imagine a little holder device thing where you lay down your precious first born child they pull his wee little chubby little arms up over his head so they are beside his ears and Velcro strap him in. THEY VELCRO STRAP THEM THERE, then they VELCRO STRAP HIS CUTE LITTLE CHUBBY LITTLE LEGS IN! And tell me to move over here to the safe from x-ray cubicle where parents are supposed to stay while LISTENING TO THEIR BABY SCREAM LIKE I HAVE NEVER HEARD A CHILD SCREAM. I was balling, Jer had to hold me back because really at this point I didn't give a rat's ass if i was fried up and killed by the x-ray vibes, I just wanted to hold my baby. That was the hardest thing I have ever endured in my life, I am tearing up just re-living it so on to the next....
So then we wait. They figured he would eat, but he wouldn't. And when baby Cole doesn't eat we know there is a problem. He usually eats like 6-7 ounces every 2-3 hrs. He was down to 1 ounce every 4 - 5 hrs. This was serious. So we ended up pumping in the hospital. He finally took a bottle ( I guess being squashed up against my ginormus boobies was making him uncomfortable not being able to breathe through his nose and all. So he took 3 ounces of the bottle and then rightly projectile vomited it up all over his dad, the curtain, the floor the blankets himself. It was a mess.
So we waited until he took more. They told us we could go home and come back again tommorow
We came back again tommorow. He had a temperature. He looked better to them. He ate, still not as much as usual, and they told us we could go home provided we saw our family doctor every two days.
Today we went to the doctor, he must have picked up on my fear, because after explaining the last 3 days he put his hand on my shoulder and told me everything will be okay.
We are going back on Friday at 10 to 10, if he is still wheezy like he is now, he has to go on ventalin.
I hate being sick, but I will endure any cold, flu, anything if you could just take it away from my baby.
Seriously, ( although I would never trade it for ANYTHING, and love love love it to bits, This is the hardest job ever)