Sunday but he was pretty inconsolable so Tanner pulled him one out. He had an awful night that night. I slept with him in the other room and was up all night with him. Just fussy and tossing and turning and not good at all. When he woke up he had a runny nose and cough. He did okay throughout the day. Just kind of needy and cuddly.
That night I wondered if he maybe had croup because his cough was kind of barky. And when I put him down he sounded a tiny bit wheezy but I didn't think much of it. He had a fever so we dosed him up and I told Tanner I expected it to be a rough night. Well he did indeed wake up a little before 3. I went and got him and he was pretty toasty so I gave him some Tylenol and sat on the lazy boy with him. He just held on tight to me and I noticed he was breathing SOOO fast. Like not good fast. I thought I'd give him a little while and see if he calmed down at all. He wasn't and I was starting to wonder if he needed to go to the hospital. We kind of make fun of moms that bring their kids in to the ER in the middle of the night for fevers and colds. I didn't want to be the mom that brought him in for nothing but I was kind of stressing. I gave myself a time limit if he was still the same I'd take him. He never changed and so I went and woke up Tanner and told him what I was thinking. He decided to come with me. I initially thought we'd just go in, I'd get my stethoscope and listen to him, check his oxygen and be reassured and go home. Well, he was pretty wheezy and his sats were in the 80s. So we called to wake up the doc and checked him in and began that whole process.
He got another breathing treatment of a different med and the doctor thought we might need to stay another night. Ugh. He did finally fall asleep later that afternoon and I put him in the jail crib they had in the room and was so excited to take a nap. Tanner went home to rest and I fell asleep.
I kept telling the nurses we needed to leave. There was no way we were all were going to survive another night. It took awhile and some convincing, but we finally got discharged about 6:30 Thursday night. He miraculously (thanks to lots of prayers, I'm sure) slept much better that night and seemed to breathe normally throughout the night. We had an appointment with his pediatrician the next morning and he said he was still wheezing pretty bad. So he got another breathing treatment there and got a scrip for a nebulizer at home. (I think he lost a couple pounds this last week. He got weighed Tuesday when Tanner came to visit and was 25 pounds. 24 pounds in the hospital and then 23 pounds at the doctor visit. He's 13% for weight and at 32 inches he's 36% for height.)
We've only had to use the nebulizer 3 times since we got it, thankfully. And besides a still pretty snotty nose and gunky cough, he is back to his old self and we couldn't be happier.