Bronchiolitis, Round Two

What?! The Ez has caught it again. Don't know if I blogged about this or not, but when he was just two months old, we had a few trips to the doc due to a sick little boy. Turned out he had bronchiolitis and they had to run tubes down his throat to suction the slime from his fighting little body. It was an experience I never wished to repeat, to say the least.

Fast forward to last Sunday night when we started to see a somewhat sick baby go downhill quickly. He was up all night with a fever of 102, and by Monday morning he had lost his appetite as well as his charming personality. He wasn't all that whiny, which scared me; he was just lethargic, like a balloon losing its helium slowly. I was thinking about bringing him in to the doc, but three things held me back: 1.) his fever would go away and his spirits would improve off and on again for three days like a roller coaster ride 2.) my dad's voice resounded in my mind, "parents these days don't let their children grow stronger and fight through sickness like they should...," and 3.) our health insurance had been approved, we just hadn't received our ID cards yet and we weren't sure if the company would think this was a preexisting condition and deny our application after all. (Granted, we wouldn't have kept our child from a doc solely because we are cheap. We are cheap, but not THAT cheap.)

Anyway, I finally was able to see past that crazy list of reasons NOT to take him in due to a 95% sleep-less night last night and we saw a NP this morning. He said that Ezzie has fallen back into his old ways, and that we will need to see a clinic for more suctioning. (Boo!) Luckily, after a dose of amoxicillin and a nice nap this afternoon, he is showing more lasting signs of improvement. (Yay!) The nurse did warn me, however, that frequent situations like this can be signs of something much more serious like Cystic Fibrosis. In retrospect, I wish he hadn't told me that... I function best in naïveté. But for right now, we are giving him all the attention and meds his little self can handle with Go--Fight--Win! as our motto.

And if that "Steve Holt!" confidence doesn't get him feeling better, well, I don't know what will.