Guess what? That wheeze we heard? Yeah. Owen’s 4th chest xray in his short little life confirmed bronchialitis and pneumonia. Again.
For the 3rd time in the last year.
This one, being the 3rd time, also won us an appointment with a pediatric pulmonologist next week to look into the possibility of some larger, underlying issue that may be contributing to this issue. That makes me simultaneously relieved and terrified. More on that later.
We’re treating the pneumonia a bit differently this time around, being more mindful of the fact that Owen’s asthma, although seemingly slight, may be playing a larger role in his frequent pneumonia than we originally realized.
Needless to say, leaving for a work trip to New York yesterday was really, really difficult for me. Even though Owen is home with Benjamin, a fantastic caretaker and fabulous Dad, I just wish I was there too. I know his breath sounds and the feel of his forehead. I know how to rock him and put him back to sleep. His head fits perfectly in the crook of my neck when he wants to be held. I’m his mom. I’ve cut my trip short and will be coming home tonight instead of tomorrow night, though, which means I can snuggle that little sickie soon. In the meantime, though, Owen was about a million times better after only 1 dose of his new medicine, so I felt comfortable leaving him fever-free and breathing better than on Tuesday.
Stupid pneumonia. I hate you.