Just the other day I was telling a co-worker that Isaac hardly ever gets sick...
Saturday night he came down with what we thought was the stomach bug. Monday morning the dr. "didn't like the sound of his lungs" and sent us for chest x-rays. Monday night we were in the ER getting a breathing treatment and another chest x-ray. Since Saturday night, our lives have been consumed with forcing liquids, rubbing backs, inhalers, antibiotics, very little sleep, and a TON of cartoon network.
He's a little better today. He's nibbled on 2 cheese crackers (yes, 2) and had 2 (yes, 2) bites of toast. His stomach still doesn't like the antibiotic. He's also coughing - a lot. These are small steps, but we're thankful for all of them. His eyes aren't quite as sunken and he hasn't asked me, "Why me, mom?" yet today.
He's out of school until at least Monday. Roy will be taking over nursing duties tomorrow when I return to work. I feel good knowing that he's starting to eat a little now.
Going through this (minor, yet traumatic) illness has made me EXTREMELY thankful for a healthy child. I am now keenly aware of the many parents who deal with illness on a daily basis. We are blessed.
Thanks for checking in,
Diann