I didn't post yesterday because my Little Bear was one sick boy. Sunday night and Monday morning were rough. Fortunately, we didn't have to go to the hospital. I would have had to call an ambulance to get him there because we got 4-5 inches of snow Sunday night. I did talk to the doctor on call, and she walked me through some things. He was coughing BAD and wheezing BAD. He had so much nasal mucous that it was hard for him to breathe. He was getting choked on the mucous when he coughed, despite my best efforts at using the bulb syringe to suction him. He was miserable. He wasn't able to go the four hours between his treatments without needing another one. The only thing that he didn't have to deal with was a fever...he still doesn't have one, which I find hard to believe.
I felt better when the doctor said that yesterday was probably our worst day. Apparently, day 5 is the worst in a typical course of RSV. I didn't know that, but I did know that it would get worse before it got better. Since his cough started on Thursday, yesterday was technically day 5, even though it had only been 4 days since we had been to the doctor. She told me signs to look for if hospitalization was needed and increased his treatments to every 3 hours. I already knew what to look for, but I needed confirmation that what we were dealing with was "normal".
Matthew took two great naps on Daddy's chest yesterday, and after the second one, he woke up seeming to feel better. Thankfully last night was better than Sunday. Today, he is still wheezing and coughing but is definitely improved. He has his smile back and is "talking" to us again. I missed that! He has not been eating as much and has lost some weight, which isn't detrimental to him, but I miss his big fat belly! *wink* His appetite is slowly coming back.
The only problem now is that he doesn't want to be put down. We've held him so much the past few days. I am not complaining...we all needed the cuddling. But this has definitely wreaked havoc on any sort of routine we had. It's gonna take some time and patience to get back to where we were. The doctor said he is probably going to have his cough for about 2 weeks, but that it should get better as time progresses.
The girls and Gib are home again today because of the snow. It doesn't look like it's melting or going anywhere fast. I know they are hoping to be home again tomorrow, at least the girls are. I sure do miss my camera and have missed out on some good photo-ops with all this snow. And some cute pics of Matthew, even though he has been sick. I feel like I've neglected my girls something terrible, and in many ways I have. But I've been totally consumed with Matthew's well-being. I've tried to tell them I love them and give them hugs when they pass me or come near. I haven't been out once in the snow with them because, honestly, I don't like the snow. I just like to look at it, but I HATE to be cold!
Thanks so much for praying for sweet Matthew. The prayers are working, and he is slowly feeling better. And I'm slowly starting to relax a bit more. I'm so thankful that Gib has been home this whole time to help me and give me some moral/emotional support. THANKS BEBE! (Pronounced Beh, Beh with emphasis on the second Beh. Just in case you were wondering).
***And if I have lots of misspelled words, spell check isn't working on blogger right now***