pneumonia and the hospital

[I just found this post in my drafts. It's about Lincoln's trip to the hospital. At the time it was very scary and a really challenging experience. Ha! It seems almost comical with all that happened with Lily. But I thought I would post it anyway since it's already written. Now I can remember what I was thinking at the time.]

We’ve had a busy couple of weeks. We had a baby, had visits from both sets of grandparents, found out Lincoln’s long standing battle with a cough was really a pretty bad case of pneumonia, had to take Lincoln to the hospital, had another visit from my parents to help out with the hospital stuff, and are now dealing with me being sick. I was just about to post about Lincoln having pneumonia Thursday night when after we put him to bed he couldn’t stop coughing. I called our doctor and knew from what she was saying we would end up having to take him to the ER. However having an awesome doctor, she called the pediatric floor (the same floor I ended up on after having Lily so we could have a private room) to see how many beds they had left. She got the last one and told us to make our way to the hospital so they could start him on a more powerful antibiotic. Of course I couldn’t go with Carl and Lincoln to the hospital since it would not be a great place to have a newborn. I am pretty emotional due to my pregnancy hormones and was bawling as they left the house to drive to the hospital and cried pretty much the whole next day. Lincoln was really excited to go back to the hospital to go on the elevators and that he would finally get to see the moon and stars. When they stepped outside at 12:30am to get in the car, he started singing twinkle twinkle little star with hand movements and all.

Even though I really wanted to be there, Carl is pretty sure I would have had a major breakdown witnessing the 45 minutes it took the nurses to get an IV hooked up. They finally got one started in his foot after trying both arms and the other foot. Lincoln is now officially freaked out of all nurses. He ended up being in the hospital for two nights with Carl by his side the whole time. They have turned into quite the pair. I was able to go visit a couple times leaving Lily to cuddle and sleep with some friends. Every time I talked to Carl the nurse was bringing Lincoln something new to play with or a new DVD to watch (all Dora of course). He ate a lot of ice cream and popsicles and probably ate more at the hospital than he has in the last 2 weeks combined. Since he’s been home, his appetite has grown tremendously. According to Carl, Lincoln is pretty funny in the middle of the night saying random things that made them both laugh. After the nurse came in to check his vitals he said, “Daddy? Pleeeease play Ghost Go!” The back story on this is that back in May we were at a support meeting with a family that had 3 boys. The boys were a little done entertaining Lincoln and wanted to play the game Ghost Go on the Wii. So they kept telling Lincoln to ask us if he could play it. Now it’s a running joke that he is wants to play it. It’s even more funny at 3 in the morning.

My parents came to help out and got here Friday night. On Saturday, the same day Lincoln came home, I started not feeling well. So, it ended up being even more helpful to have my parents here to help out since I was pretty out of commission most of Saturday night and some of Sunday. It’s been a long couple of weeks, but we’ve had a surprisingly good attitude most of the time. Thankfully, Lily is doing awesome. Although I’m completely freaked out she is going to catch something, she has been a huge blessing in how laid back she is and low fuss. It’s funny to think about how she has no idea the chaos that surrounds her.

Since Lincoln has been home, he is much more back to normal. He didn’t really act sick all the time before which I think threw the doctors off at diagnosing him. But now I see him getting back to what he was before and it’s very nice!

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~ by carolynafrost on August 30, 2011.