This should be a Facebook post, but I have too much to whine.
AAAAARRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!! Bridget is the one who is supposed to have oxygen problems, not Christopher. But Christopher is the one whom I'm watching right now as his O2 numbers on the pulse ox range from 92 to 93 while he's sleeping. It's such a weird mind fudge: I start getting anxious when their O2 numbers hit 95 and then I beg for them to stay at 93 because 93 isn't so bad, really.
Other adrenaline bursts of late? When one's son gets a 104.7* fever. On Ibuprofen. After 48 hours of antibiotics.
I'm going to go out on a limb and say that HE HAS THE SAME FREAKING ATYPICAL PNEUMONIA THAT HIS BROTHER HAD TWO WEEKS AGO SINCE THOSE ARE THE ONES THAT ARE CONTAGIOUS!! Two X-ray confirmed, suspected bacterial pneumonias in one house that are not related is (are?) statistically unlikely.
O2 up to 94!! Happy, happy gal-dang joy!!!
Hall-e-freaking-luia! He just had a bad coughing fit, I used the chest PT they taught me with Bridget and he is UP TO 97!!!!!!!
Ok. Battery died and has been replaced. Hanging at 95.
I'll take it.
Hoping it stays that high and his temp stays low for the rest of the night. ((It did come down to 101* eventually))
And did I mention that Bridget has started acting puny? Her O2 is fine (95-97) but she's acting puny. I don't know what parents say outside of the south, but here, "puny" is a medical term. And it's not good.
Great. Christopher is now at 90. Back to 93.
Can I live tweet/blog this all night long? Don't you want to go through this with me?
Ok. Christopher's O2 is up and down (and by down I mean dipping into the upper to mid 80s down) We have experience in this realm. He wakes up, gets energized and his O2 at the hospital is 96. We come home; he goes back to sleep and his O2 is borderline needing oxygen support. He's 93 right now and we're 12 hours from seeing a doctor.
Let's just go ahead and agree that my putting out running clothes for a morning jog before Dave leaves for work and Conor leaves for school is overly optimistic.