So I promised myself I would write everyday and I have failed. BADLY! so I still want to do it, but it’s hard to find the time, the gumption, the creativity after a long day of baby wrangling.  So it’s 11 at night, everyone else is sleeping except me.  Not goin to lie this week has been rough. Pickle has been a cranky bear!  I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him other then possible teething because he kept chewing on his hand. He didn’t really seem interested in food (unusual), he slept really well for a couple of nights, and then last night he was up what felt like 484858493 times. He woke up this morning screaming (not unusual, sadly) and he clung on to me like his life depended on it all day.

Early afternoon he started feeling really hot and he was inconsolable.  I took his temp and it was 100. I gave him some motrin, gave him a cool bath and it continued to climb. By the time I got him out of the bath, his breathing was heavy and his temp was 103. I called Texas and told him to come straight home because it was time for another ER trip (one of what seems like endless ER trips).

Since Texas was not feeling well he declined to come with me because he thought we would have to wait forever and they wouldn’t really take us seriously. Well this time they did and he was admitted fairly quickly.  They did a few things, and decided to send him for chest xrays which was horrible. He screamed and screamed and screamed. Of course they screwed one of the slides up and so they had to redo it and he screamed so more. They gave him back to me a hot sweaty, red faced little ball of tears and fury.

Shortly after they told me they would need to put an IV in and take blood as well as do a nasal syringe. No explanation of why…I finally had to ask what was going on, and they told me that he had the start of pneumonia and they were going to give him steroids, and antibiotics in the IV.  Watchin the IV and blood taken was horrible. I have had to watch it one other time and although this time was much less painful it was no less painful for me to watch.  Three people had to hold him down while I kissed his sweaty cheeks and told him his mommy was here and he was going to be ok.

I called Texas and told him he needed to come to the hospital because I could not go through this again. He arrived shortly after Pickle puked all over me….mmm nothing like the smell of rancid milk. I am sorry but anyone who says they love that smell (ahem Sandra Bullock) has some kind of sinus blockage or something is horribly wrong with their head. It’s.not.nice.

Finally he started perking up and playing with the little duck they gave him.  I was so happy to see my chubby faced red headed baby bouncing around and loving life again. After all that was done they sent us home with alot of instructions and an armful of medications.

I hope that tonight is an easy night for my little baby. It’s amazing how annoyed I was with him all week, so frustrated at his crankiness and wishing that I could get him to talk so he could tell me anything about what was wrong. To feeling such relief and happiness at knowing what is wrong and wanting to do anything to make it better.