Cough, Cough, Cough
Wednesday night after dinner we ventured outside for some softball, bubbles and running around. As we were headed out, I noticed that Jack had a bit of a cough. I cursed myself for running out of his OTC allergy medicine and made a mental note to remind my husband to bring some home the next day.
As we headed back in after an hour of hard playing, the cough grew slightly worse. By the middle of the night, Jack was coughing so hard that it woke him up. He cried for my husband to come lay with him. God bless that man. He spent about 4 hours crammed against the railing as Jack laid against him. I can only imagine Jim looking longingly at the open 7/8 of the queen size mattress just wishing for a little more space.
In the morning I gave Jack a smidge of Delsym (YES, I know you aren’t supposed to give cough medicine to kids under 6, but he needed something to take the edge off the cough or he was gonna throw up). I sent the kids off to my sister-in-law’s house with orders that he take some Claritin ASAP.
Around 9:45, I got a text from my husband saying that the Claritin didn’t help and now Jack was wheezing and my SIL thought that he needed to be seen by the pediatrician. My SIL is a pharmacist and when she thinks one of my kids needs to go to the doctor, I jump. I called Jim to see if Jack had any other symptoms and then called the pediatrician. The nurse that I spoke with was awesome. She asked a lot of questions to determine if he needed to be seen right away or if he could wait a few hours. She got him an appointment around 2:00 but told us to call if he got worse. About a half hour later, the nurse called back and said that they had a cancellation and that they could see Jack at noon.
My husband took Jack and a little while later I got a text message that Jack needed a breathing treatment. (We aren’t even going to talk about the mommy guilt that I felt for not being there for the breathing treatment). Official diagnosis is a broncio-spastic cough. Ten days of breathing treatments and then a follow up visit were prescribed.
So far Jack has had three breathing treatments (he’s now an expert and refuses any help). His breathing is less labored and his cough is MUCH better. Our main issues right now are explaining to an almost three year old why he can’t drink milk or run. Seriously, have you ever seen my kid? All he does is run. I think he might be getting it though. This morning as I was leaving the house I heard him tell my husband “Daddy, I’m walking.”
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