Pneumonia and DC
Oh my gah. Rowan decided to up the ante on the whole ear infection thing and get two ear infections and pneumonia. Pneufreakingmonia. We were supposed to leave for a trip to DC on Friday night, but Thursday we ended up back at the pediatrician’s office for the second time that week when he cried for 12 hours straight. He had O2 sats in the low 90s, and after two rounds of nebulizer was still crackly, though his saturation was better.
So now the doctor is calling it reactive airway disease and has prescribed a preventative medicine to use with the nebulizer twice daily for… ever? Hopefully not that long, but definitely indefinitely. Clearly we just had too much time on our hands in the morning and at bedtime and needed to fill it up with holding a mask to what feels like an angry octopus.
We did end up going to DC, where I promptly came down with a cold. My temperature was right at 100 but I was fairly sure I was dying. The next day Lorelei had a 102 fever and said she felt fine, mom, geez, let’s go see some monuments. She walked around DC for seven hours. Did I mention that when my fever was barely existent I thought that I would just fall over and beg someone to put me out of my misery?
For the record, two adults and five children (ages 1, 3, 6, 6, 6) in DC is exhausting. I say we were there for seven hours and everyone thinks we must have done so much! Surely we went to many museums and did in-depth exploration of what the city has to offer! No. We walked from the Washington Monument to the Lincoln Memorial, and then we took the Metro to Pentagon City and had dinner. That’s it. Kids are just really really slow. We had to stop at every fountain. We had to let them see how many pennies they could reach in the reflecting pool. I had to douse them in hand sanitizer because they had their hands in the reflecting pool. It was a good learning experience for them, and the time spent outside running around was great, it’s just that kid-speed is maddening to me.
Rowan turns one tomorrow, and oof. I go back and forth between no big deal, it’s all good and nope, can’t do this. My brain is choosing to freak out about everything else in the entire world instead. Not sure that trade off is really doing much for me.
