Greetings from the hospital.
Everything is going to be ok. But Christopher doesn't have pneumonia; he has RSV. I think it's good news that this is not pneumonia, because the course it is taking would be a Really Bad Path for pneumonia. But the RSV is taking a real toll on him.
Generally, RSV is a concern for children under 1, especially preemies. Christopher was a preemie, but is well over 1. I do think, though, we are looking at some asthma issues developing and this is why his RSV hit him so hard, while when Bridget had it (we think), it was just a really, really bad cold.
In any case, Christopher is in here for a few days at least. You can't treat RSV because it is a virus so you treat the symptoms. His main pain problem is significant congestion making it hard for him to breathe. The congestion is described as "coarse" by the respiratory therapists--worse than wheeze, but not as wet and dense as pneumonia. RSV! His oxygen saturation level gets too low (waaaay too low) while he sleeps so he is on oxygen. He can't leave the hospital until he can sleep a good amount (usually 8 hours) without needing oxygen.
We hope to get out Saturday or Sunday. I don't think there is any way in H-E-Double-Hockey sticks we will get out tomorrow.
I realize the benefits of blogging about important episodes later when you can get perspective and add insights and humor. Bu sometimes you just need to get it out.
Things that are interesting, worth developing some perspective:
* this is a highly contagious illness, so the medical staff, if they are going to touch him, have on all sorts of masks and gloves and disposable robes.
* Even sick and even tiny, my son takes up a boatload of room. I slept with him in his bed last night, fixing his oxygen when it fell off and the monitor beeped. And thank god(dess) for the respiratory therapist who, at the 4 am treatment, finally slid him over in the bed so I could actually get my whole body on the bed. A twin bed can have an adult size and a child size portion as long as the child isn't doing this.
*Presby Main still serves fried chicken on Weds. Woohoo!! It was the third thing both Dave and I thought after they told us to go to the hospital. After: Oh and Shit. So yes, the thinking was. Oh. Shit! Fried Chicken on Wednesday. Oh, maybe it was the 4th thing we thought. But it was up there. Yes, we've spent a lot of time at this hospital.
*While Tuesday was my turn to freak the freak out over Christopher's health, Wednesday's was Dave's. We share that way.
Goal today: to take a shower. My first one since Sunday. It's been a rough week.