Recovery

OMG, what a few days it has been! On Wednesday night our little boy suddenly got sick, his cough sounded shrieking, he had a light fever, but even more worrying was the apparent tightness in the chest. By that time it was 2 o'clock at night. We called the emergency doctorsoffice, who sent a doctor to see our babyboy. The doctor listened to his chest. As the little man is only fourteen weeks old, the doctor thought it more safe to take Flyn to the hospital. And so we went, in the middle of the night, daddy driving, mummy with the sick boy on her lap. It was a twenty minute drive, but it felt like a lot longer! Listening to our baby's exhausting breathing and seeing the long dark road ahead didn't do much good for our bloodpressures!

Finally we got to the hospital. The paediatrician (who by the way also was woken up by the call from the hospital) diagnosed pseudo-croup. Our babyboy got nebulized with some Pulmicort, which should make him feel better in a couple of hours. Daddy could sleep in the hospitalroom with Flyn (since I'm dreading hospitals after my delivery!), and I drove the long way home (which I found quite scary, at 4 in the morning). After a few hours of sleep, I drove back to the hospital (well, my dad drove:-), and at midday we could take Flyn home, along with some instructions and a Pulmicort prescription. Last night we put a bed next to the babybed, to watch over our little patient. His airways are still somewhat clogged, like he has a bad cold, but he's getting better, and drinking, smiling, 'talking' and playing like ever.

Most favorite toy at the moment: his chubby legs (as you can see on the picture!)