Last Sunday was Boston's baby blessing. We had SO many people at our house. We had ALL of my family, and their kids over. We also had ALL of Brian's family over too. We loved having everyone. Sunday I started noticing that Boston was acting different. He was sleeping a lot(like for 7 hours at a time) Which is every parents dream, but not normal for my baby. He also did not want to eat. Which is odd, because he usually is a really good eater.
Then all my family left on Sunday and Brian was leaving the next morning to go on a business trip till Friday. Monday morning came around and Boston was really fussy and crying a lot. I took his temperature and it was 100.7 so I decided to take him into the doctor. What made me worried was because when he was born they said if he ever had a temperature over 100.4 to get him in to the doctor. Luckily I was able to get in right away and the doctor could see him.
I get to the doctor and he realizes that something is not right with him. He said that in a child this small with a temp like that he would usually admit them into the hospital and they would have to do a spinal tap on him. But first they were going to check his blood to see if anything fishy was going on. That was the first of many pokes that were going to come this last week.
To make a long story short he was admitted to the hospital Monday night. They had to do a spinal tap on him, catheter twice, IVs, blood work, and keep him isolated. They weren't sure what was wrong but they had an idea that it was bad.
The blood work came back and he had a strep pneumonia virus aggressively growing in his blood. He said that I absolutely did the right thing and if I would have waited another day he would have been with a 103 temp and in the ICU for weeks. They then told me he would have to have a picc line( an IV they have to surgically put in that runs up your arm into your chest). After an hour of trying they could not get the line in and we had to figure out another option for him to get his medicine.
He was released on Thursday after noon, but he had to leave with an IV in his hand and a nurse had to come to my house everyday and give him his medicine.
I am so glad that I listened to my "mothering instinct" and the spirit and took this little boy in. If I would have waited one more day it could of been so much worse. My doctor told me this happens to 1 in 100 children that they have something like that growing in his blood. Well.. I guess he won the lottery cause he was the 1 child.
Here is the little guy first day back with his IV in his arm
Here is the little guy first day back with his IV in his arm
Madison and Kayla the day he was blessed
Me, Brian, and mini Brian
This was just all the kids that were at our house. That doesn't even include their parents
Grammy
Here is the little guy at the hospital. Brian was gone the whole time until Thursday afternoon. I kept updating him and sending him pictures. I think that was the hardest thing to handle all of this by myself. Luckily I had good friends that came and stayed with me and Brian's parents.
