If you follow me on Instagram, then you probably already know that sweet little face landed us in the hospital for a week and I feel like I’m just now starting to recover. We were in the final stages of building our house and baby boy came down with RSV that led to pneumonia. I’ve never been so scared in my life.
I took him to urgent care on a Sunday night because he had a super high fever and it was at that time that he was diagnosed with RSV. Little did I know what that would mean for him in the days to come. We took him in for a follow up on Wednesday with his pediatrition and although he was really sick with a fever, runny nose, and congested cough, his oxygen levels were fine. Just hours later that night, as I was trying to get him to sleep, he was moaning with every breath he took for two hours. I had no idea that moaning meant that his oxygen levels were super low and he was trying to open his airways. His eyes were closed, his head was back and he just kept moaning. We called his pediatrician’s after hours nurse, she could hear him in the background and said, that’s not normal, take him to the ER.
You can imagine the rush of anxiety I felt as we’re scooping up a few belongings and racing out the door to the ER on a day that most things were shut down due to icy roads. When we got to the ER, they said his oxygen levels were very low and a chest X-Ray showed signs of pneumonia. The RSV had also led to a cough that sounded like croup and an ear infection. Poor buddy. From the ER they immediately admitted him to the hospital and taped oxygen tubes to his face. After about 12 hours in a regular hospital room, he wasn’t responding well to the regular flow oxygen and they had to elevate him to ICU, which of course led to another panic on my part wondering “what’s next”? What’s after ICU? Will they be able to fix him there.
We ended up staying in ICU for exactly a week because his progress was so slow. He had oxygen tubes up his nose, heart monitors on his chest, an IV in his wrist, and an oxygen monitor on his toe. It was all I could do to keep him from pulling or getting tangles in all those cords and it was just so sad.
When we finally got him home, he was back to destroying his nursery as usual, which was the moment I had dreamt about all those days in the hospital. All I wanted to do was roll around on his floor with him, unattached to wires are tubes, giggling and dancing, as we love to do together. It was as though he hadn’t been put through it for all those days. He still had evidence all over his little body in the form of band-aids and bruises from the 9 IVs they attempted before they finally got one in him, but he was happy and smiling like nothing had ever happened.
We jumped right back into catching up on life… working, finishing up our house, packed, moved the day John turned one, he started walking, had a couple more teeth come in, and we’ve been in our new place for exactly a week. It’s been a crazy month of highs and lows! It’s so nice to be in our dream house with a happy and healthy baby… I mean, toddler :/ Oh I can’t believe my baby is growing up, too big too fast.
Now that we’re finally starting to get settled in to our new life at our new place, I hope to start blogging again very soon! I have my very own blogging space and I hope to put it to good use. Lots of pics coming soon, but for now, I just wanted to say hey and I miss you all!