Journal writings about my youngest son's journey with spina bifida |
Jackson's sick. Poor little man, he has a double ear infection and a sinus infection. He's having such a tough time breathing, because his sinuses are plugged and won't drain. He doesn't seem to realize that he can breathe easier through his mouth. His fever hovers around 103 degrees without motrin. Last night, he woke up around 3am, crying. I went to check on him and he was burning up. We had the humidifier going in his room, so it was damp, which made him feel cold. He was shivering and his lips were blue. We gave him more motrin and tried to compromise between letting the heat from the fever escape his body, but making him feel warm by wrapping him in his fleece blanket. His little hands and feet were cold, even with the high fever, which is a sign of dehydration. Fortunately, God was watching over him and he ended up drinking a bottle and a half of apple juice and water. There is nothing more wrenching than watching your baby or child in the middle of the night, wondering whether to call the doctor, go to the hospital, or wait it out. You just want to do whatever you can to make your little one well again. Logically, I knew that Jack was already on antibiotics, that the fever was giving him the chills, and that being thirsty was good. Emotionally, I wanted to scoop him up, bring him to some doctors, and say, "Make him better! Now!" I don't know if it's because he's our last or because he's had such struggles in his first year, but he seems so little, yet. (You'd laugh when you read that if you could see him. He's 15 months and 25 1/2 pounds!) I'm praying for my little boy to be well soon and to feel better. Poor little man. |