Maybe we should go to Vegas. Owen really seems to have a knack for beating the odds. And by beating the odds, what I really mean is losing at the odds.
What are the odds that a little person who has only been breathing air for 14 months would get pneumonia TWICE in that time?
But he did.
Our trip to the doc yesterday confirmed that Owen has a patch of pneumonia in one lung (thankfully this was diagnosed without needing ANOTHER chest x-ray, which is Super Mommy’s kryptonite). Not that it would have helped to take him to the doctor any earlier (he was there on Monday and our pedi pronounced his ears clear and sent him home saying he was just under the weather), but now that I’ve heard that pneumonia-like coughing and breathing sound twice in his life, I think I will be better at diagnosing it in the future. Fingers crossed I never have to, but odds are that I will. I don’t know if Owen’s asthmatic tendencies make him more susceptible to getting pneumonia or if it really is just random, but I don’t like this trend. It’s scary.
1. It’s a good think my Super Mommy Sense took him to the doctor yesterday, even though he already went on Monday and was given the all clear. Sometimes Moms just know.
2. Thank goodness for antibiotics and Grammy.
3. Our trip this weekend is still on. The doctor said that flying shouldn’t be an issue and he won’t be contagious once he’s on antibiotics for 24 hours and we started them yesterday afternoon. That said? I’m a little sad about uprooting Owen from his bed and the comforts of home while he’s not feeling 100%. Hopefully he sleeps like the great sleeper he is at home while we are away so he can kick this infection.
4. I dread the anonymous Health Bulletin email that is going to be circulated to the other daycare parents that says “A child in the infant room has been diagnosed with pneumonia.” Not only is that terrifying to the other parents who haven’t had to deal with a child who gets crazy scary illnesses like mine, but it makes me feel guilty right down to the pit of my stomach. Even though there was no way I could have known that’s how what began as a little cold was going to play out. It is the second, if not third, health bulletin we have instigated (remember the Roseola?) since Owen started there in June. Thankfully they don’t put the child’s name or parent would forbid their children to be friends with Owen!
Ah, pneumonia. I hate you.
On the bright side, aside from not napping well, Owen is happy as a little clam, and has been taking his medicine and breathing treatments like a champ.
Have you ever been the cause of health alerts? Do you feel guilty when your kid is sick and plays with another kid? What’s the scariest illness your kid has ever had?