Sad Sick Days

     Well the Pearcy's have forged thru their first battle with baby illness.  Leona started getting sick last Tuesday with a mild cough that got a little worse by the next day.  We went to the pediatrician on Wednesday just to find out she didn't need anything then, but to expect to come back in a few days.  By Friday she was having full blown wheezing, congestion, a nasty tight cough.  Back to the doctor's office.  I can't confirm or deny that I didn't listen to her breath sounds with my stethescope.  After a chest xray (which looked like a medieval torture device) and a breathing treatment at the office we were sent home to due Albuterol treatments every four hours awake.  Apria delivered the nebulizer, and mama did her first breathing treatment with baby girl.  Here's a preview of Friday night:

Medieval Chest Xray

First treatment at home

Daddy learning how to give her nebs

Sad eyes

Everytime Joe would try to give her a treatment she would end up in hysterics and sob her way thru the whole thing.  When I would do them, she would always fall asleep in my arms.  Sometimes mommies are just what we need when we're sick.

"Mommy makes me feel better"

Giving mommy a helping hand

     By Saturday she was coughing so bad that she was vomiting.  She projectile vomited all over Joe and the bedding I had just washed and ironed the day before.  Occasionally, she coughed so hard she sounded like a little old woman.  By that night, she had some signs of respiratory distress.  After a talk with her doctor she recommended we be seen in the ER.  Off we went! And, courtesy of Murphey's Law, by the time she was seen her symptoms had subsided.  They gave her another treatment and sent us home.  She gave Joe and I quite a worrisome day.  Of course, by Sunday she was starting to act like herself again and her cough had significantly gotten better!  The saying that "it's different when it's yours" is so true.

Chillin' with Daddy