Early last week, Lydia (6 months) developed a cough. After checking in with the nurse at our doctor's office, the plan was to take her in on Monday if she didn't seem better. I had a gut feeling that we were dealing with more than a cold. On Friday, I broke and hauled her in, not before taking a quick video on my phone of her hacking & crying. My girls have an amazing ability to appear perfectly symptom free upon entering the doctor's office.
After listening to her lungs, we were sent to radiology for a chest X-ray. I was completely unaware of what this involves for an infant. It was a bit torturous; she despised her time in the "tube." I thought about snapping a picture, but both hands were busy holding her little arms above her head. So, I found this image online. Effective contraption, but unpleasant. This little guy seems to be tolerating the scenario much better than Lydia.
My mommy instinct was correct. She has low grade pneumonia, poor baby. I should have taken her in earlier. I am the kind of mom that has the urge to rush my kids to the ER with every head bump, call the doctor with each sniffle, and check Annika from head to toe with every tumble. I think my husband may be terrified that this will give me the permission to follow through with my worrisome ways.
Despite Annika having the flu and Lydia pneumonia, the girls are happy, smiling through the "bless you" as my 3 year old nephew calls it; a much more pleasant word than "snot."
I hope this post is finding all of you well and 'bless you' free.
Deanna