I probably shouldn’t have spoken so soon in that last post. If only that Monday was the end of it, and not just an intermission as it turned out to be.
RAR didn’t really pick up much in that second week at all, in fact he got worse. His chest got worse, his temperature went up, and he stopped eating and drinking properly. It was a really frightening time. So much so that his recent medical appointments read something like this:
- 1 visit from the ambulance (along with 3 paramedics).
- 3 visits to the hospital – twice for general observation, once for nearly a whole day trying to get some fluids in him.
- 9 visits to the GP. We know all the different doctors in there pretty well now.
- 2 visits to the out-of-hours service.
So yeah, that was fun. When I say ‘fun’, what I mean is incredibly stressful and worrying. Seeing your son go from drinking a regular 5-6 oz bottle to barely taking 2 oz, if that, is very scary. But he’s around the corner now, and making real progress to getting back to 100%. It wasn’t helped any by picking up a second chesty cold over the last 10 days or so – that was just the icing on the cake! It’s incredible that it went on for over three weeks now that I think about it, but he’s drinking something like the amount he’s meant to.
He’s also started eating! We decided to start weaning him after his constant gumming, drooling and staring at anything that went into our mouths, and he’s taken to it like a duck to water. Well, more like a duck to a big pile of duck food. He’s absolutely wolfing down anything edible that gets too close to his face, and it’s so cool to see 🙂 He looks like a proper little boy now, not a little baby any more.
20 weeks has gone so fast.