Well,
the poop hit the fan last weekend! As last week came to an end, we were all
tired. It was a long week at the office for me, my wife returned to work after
doggedly pursuing the last document she needed from a former employer, and our
son had his first experience at daycare (he spent three days there). We were
all ready for a quiet weekend spent at home taking a break from the chaotic days
that seem to have dominated these days off during the summer. Well, that was
the plan…
We
had noticed that our son wasn’t feeling well later in the week and my wife had
taken him to the pediatrician on Friday to get checked out. We followed the
directions they gave us and we put him to bed with a little Tylenol (per the
instructions we were given), a cold air humidifier in the corner, and the head
of his bed slightly elevated. A few hours later, with my wife and son now both
asleep, I was at my computer sorting through my neglected emails when I could
hear what sounded like a wounded cow near the top of the stairs. When I turned
the corner to walk toward the bedroom there was my wife holding our moaning
child. Something wasn’t right.
It
wasn’t long before we were all in the car on our way to the emergency room.
Thankfully, it was a slow night and I was able to hold my son in the hospital
bed shortly after our arrival. In the end it wasn’t just a cold as the
pediatrician told us earlier, he had Croup. Almost immediately after he was
given the right medicine the groans stopped and we could both tell that he was
beginning to feel better. An hour after we arrived we were back in the car and
on our way home. We were all exhausted and soon after our return assumed our
positions from before this whole ordeal began.
Obviously
we all slept in on Saturday as we resumed our plans and took it easy allowing
our son sleep as much as he needed and my wife and I trying to relax, order
dinner, and spend some time together. Well, dinner was a mistake. By Sunday
morning our son was returning to his normal happy self while my wife and I were
struggling to do just about anything. After my wife reluctantly cancelled her
plans for the day, we knew that this wasn’t going to get better without some
help so we both headed over to the local Urgent Care once my mom arrived to
watch our recuperating baby.
Fortunately,
the doctors knew exactly how to treat food poisoning and so after some medicine
and two IV bags, we returned to the house feeling a lot better than when we
left. While we were both nowhere near ‘better’ we both felt good enough to
return to work the following morning and our son, no longer contagious,
returned to daycare. It was a long weekend after a long week and I hope we
never have to go through that again!
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