Poor Max ... No sooner than I stop worrying incessantly about him and he is hammered by a cold and breathing problems. He has been nursing a cold since sometime in December but it didn't seem to slow him down. Over the two weeks I was home with him over Christmas he had a runny nose but that was about the extent of it. On Monday, I was quite proud as I was sending him back to daycare ...NO runny nose, no cough, nothing. He was great.
He had 1 great day, that was Monday. Tuesday was ok. Wednesday we were in full-on downward spiral. He came home with a bit of a fever and a pretty bad attitude. Thursday, my nephews tagteamed him in the am, as I had a conference I had to attend and Hung had not one but two important meetings at work. I decided to be safe and take him to the doc on Thursday afternoon. They took one listen and said "He's wheezing." So they gave him a treatment in the office and sent us on our way with instructions for additional treatments at home (we own our own nebulizer as a result of last winter's wheezing episodes).
Funny, I had just been thinking...that nebulizer was a waste of money. Ha. I jinxed myself I suppose. Thursday after treatment number 2 he really seemed to be feeling quite a bit better. Luckily, I was off on Friday so I planned to just hang out with him and get him all better. The day started out ok, but the treatments didn't seem to be as effective as the first two had been. Friday at about 4 I noticed his breathing seemed labored and I made the executive decision he needed to be seen again. I love our pediatrician's office. I called and explained how I was feeling worried about his breathing and they basically said bring him in now. So we were off again to the doc. Indeed he was still wheezing a bit and therefore in addition to neb treatments they added steriods. 48 hours later I think we are moving in the right direction.
I have given up on the hope that I will ever have a mind at ease with this little guy. As I told the doc we saw on Friday, "He's a hydrops baby, if he looks at me cross-eyed I am bringing him in." I could see the look in the doc's eyes (almost one of disbelief) and then he flipped through the charts as if he couldn't believe that this baby had full-on fetal hydrops in utero. I don't point it out to made a big deal out of what he's been through, but more to make sure that they look and listen for everything with him. With Dr. G, I never worry as he knows the history and is hypervigilant but when I have a doc that is not as familiar with Max's history, I point it out. If they think I am crazy, I am ok with that.
I have also given up hope that I will ever stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. Mostly, I have determined, because they don't know why he had hydrops. This leads me to, at least in my own mind, despite numerous check-ups and seemingly normal health so far, to wonder will the reason some day rear its ugly head. I hope not, but I will not be lulled into thinking it can't. I will always be on the lookout.
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