So, we thought we were keeping your sickness at bay. Well, actually Miks we did really well. We even managed to re-inflate that collapsed lobe. I found our that the last time you were really sick you actually had LOBAL pneumonia. Apparently worse because it is concentrated in one area.. Hence the collapsed lobe.
Anyway, so we thought we were doing well, and then Sunday came. And your temps started going up. By Monday morning, your temps were between 38 & 39C and you kept vomitting up your feeds, and you sounded awful. So I whisked you off to see the pediatrician. He told me you had bronchial pneumonia, and sent me home with an extremely strong antibiotic, but everything we put in you (through your peg), you vomitted up. How is medicine supposed to work if you can't keep it in your little body?! By Tuesday morning your temp was around 40C! I phoned the pediatrician, and she recommended hospital.
You know, one of the things I hate most about your condition is how the medical community can treat you without compassion and any sense of urgency. I arrived at the hospital, and they did nothing for 45 minutes, even though you had a ridiculous temp, and you were throwing everything up. I wonder if they would treat a "normal" child with such nonchalance?
To cut to the chase, you spent two nights in hospital, and once you were holding things down, they said I could take you home. You're just down the passage from me in your bed as I type this. 3 out of 4 feeds you have vomitted up. Your vomit is a strange yellow colour, even though we've put nothing yellow in you. You have had 3 really wet stools today- one so bad i just threw away the clothes you were wearing along with the nappy... This for a baby that is always constipated! Your eyes.... Your eyes... Well... They're different. You have an almost glazed look about you. You're really sleepy. I keep getting this feeling like you're giving up. Like you don't want to fight anymore. I dunno. It's something about your eyes. And no smiling, and you're barely making a sound (SO not like you!).
Daddy goes away overseas for 10 days. The timing couldn't be worse for you to be sick.
You need to fight, baby. You need to fight.
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