Oscar's been fighting off a nasty cold for weeks. Goopy eyes, sticky yellow snot, the works. On Friday, the runny nose stopped and he started coughing a little. I though the cold was finally moving on.
On Monday he woke up coughing and wheezing. Oscar was MUCH worse than he'd been on Sunday and had been getting worse for the past two days. And he was burning up. Miles had another appointment with the surgeon, so I told Nelson to call the on-call nurse at our pediatrician's office and tell her what was going on and to watch his breathing.
When I got home an hour and a half later, the wheezing had turned into gasping for air. He looked like a fish out of water. I looked at his chest and he was having clear retractions (the skin between his ribs was being sucked in with each breath.) And he was hot, so hot. I gave him some Tylenol on top of the Motrin we'd given him in the morning.
I felt panic. "Nelson! Look at him! He can't breathe!"
"I know, we have an appointment for 12:30."
"That's not soon enough. I'm calling back."
They told us to come right in.
What was so scary to me was how quickly he'd gotten worse. And just seeing my kid struggling to breathe and there being nothing I could do to get him air.
I was certain it was pneumonia.
It was a virus. Just a virus. But, because Nelson has asthma, Oscar is predisposed to have difficulty breathing with even a minor cold, according the pediatrician.
Okay, it wasn't just a virus. He also has a double ear infection. A real nasty one, giving him fevers of 104 and higher.
Yesterday we had to have him on the nebulizer every three hours; every four over night. Nelson slept on his floor because we were both so terrified he'd stop breathing in his sleep. That's how bad his breathing sounded. He's also on antibiotics for his ears.
This morning he was a new boy. Still wheezing, still feverish, but no longer gasping for air. When we took him in for a follow up, the pediatrician was pleased with how he was doing. He'll be on the neb for the rest of the week, but she thinks he'll be fine after that.
He's gotten to spend the last two days watching movies, drinking juice, and eating cookies. If I have to watch Finding Nemo one more time I think I might drown, but he's feeling better. I'm exhausted.