I'm dead serious, it's what I do for a living. So it doesn't surprise me that I'm chasing boogers on poor CC. I'm the girl who got the battery power aspirator at my baby shower, so along with the blue bulb suction & some saline this kid should be good to go on most days.
Although this past week nothing seemed to cure his rattle and it was driving me insane. On Tuesday night it got to the point he started retracting and had some wheezing so I started to worry. I'm not sure if it was the over-anxious , over protective, I am terrified of something ripping CC out of my hands type worry. OR was it just the educated respiratory therapist in me kicking in, who knows.
Either way, we woke up to this sick little guy on Wednesday morning.
Since his symptoms were looking like RSV I made a call to his ped who had me bring him right in. I would rather be safe than sorry especially knowing first hand how serious RSV can be. Let me tell you... that trip was NO FUN. We had to go to the office in the next town over which is a completely different area. In the 15 minutes we were in the waiting room I am convinced we saw a drug deal, a fully dressed cowboy leave to wrangle his whatever he wrangles and was contemplating if the scary hairy man sitting in the corner was in the wrong waiting room. No lie. This was better people watching than Walmart and CC seemed entertained by the madness too.
Any who, mind off track again.
CC had his pulse ox taken, temp was normal, flu test was negative and his Dr agreed that it was a good idea I brought him in. She decided it was a upper respiratory bug and it will run it's course. She did send the RSV out STAT which we found out was NEGATIVE... THANK GOD
I'm just trying to find that happy medium of being over-anxious & over educated of the worst case scenario. I'm just glad I brought him in and everything was "okay". Oh and did I mention...
He weighs 11lbs even now! He has doubled his birth weight in just 2 short months! AHHHHH!!!! He's a little fatty!