There's nothing worse than having a sick baby. Honestly, I used to think it was worse when I felt poorly and the baby still needed attention, but it's actually the other way around. And it's awful.
It started with a sniffle that slowly turned into a runny nose. We thought it was just allergies or the weather or because he was teething. Then he started to get a little fever. It was mild and we brought it down with Tylenol after talking with our pediatricians.
Then the baby seemed normal and fine. He was back to his old self, full of energy and spunk. Then the call came from the daycare on Monday afternoon: the fever was back, and it was over 100.
I tried not to freak out. I didn't want to be one of those parents who takes the kid to the doctor every time he gets a hangnail. I'm also prone to overreacting so I pulled it back a bit and let my husband take care of things.
My husband, who has the week off for the holiday, picked up the baby from daycare and took him straight to the doctor, who examined him and informed my husband that my son has pneumonia.
That's right, pneumonia. It's not an awful case of it or anything, but I am regardless totally freaked out. I did as I was told--we got the fever down, didn't overtax the baby, tried to get in lots of naps, etc. Yet, he got sick anyway.
Part of me feels like I could have done more to prevent this. Part of me is mad at the doctor for not telling us to bring the baby in just in case. Part of me realizes that it's no one's fault and that frankly, until Monday afternoon, the baby seemed fine.
Now we're armed with antibiotics and more fever-reducer (which we;re being VERY careful with). My husband is taking care of the baby during the day while I'm at work. We're trying to feed him and keep him hydrated. And we have a follow up appointment Monday to make sure everything is ok.
I'm sure it will be, Still, I feel like I've failed in some way by letting this happen. I also feel a little out of control. Of course no one would let their child get pneumonia, so it wasn't something I could control, but I feel I could have done better.
I'll say this much. The next time he gets a fever or anything like that we're just going over to the doctors. There will be none of this business of getting an opinion over the phone and trying to take care of things ourselves and seeing how things go. Uh uh.
And now I have an excuse to get one of those new-fangled (well, new to me) forehead thermometers I've secretly been dying to buy.
Pic of said thermometer by tellumo.