


So, Thursday at about 11:00, I got a call from O's daycare, saying that he had a 102 fever and needed to be picked up. It was impossible for me to leave, so Chris went to get him. He also stayed home with the little man on Friday, because there was NO WAY I could miss. It was Christmas party day at school, and I seriously doubt that any substitute in her right mind would have volunteered to cover my class of crazy 6-year olds. ANYWAYS, I got home from school yesterday, and picked up my baby. I immediately felt wheezing in his chest. So, we went to the pediatrician, and it was determined (after a horrible test that included jamming a long Q-Tip up his nose into his sinus cavity) that he has RSV. Which is basically a really, really bad cold that Owen's body isn't handling well. They gave him a breathing treatment in the office, and they gave us a machine to do them at home...every 4 hours. :o( We go back on Monday for a re-check of his oxygen levels. If they are lower than they were on Friday, he will have to be hospitilized. I am SO SICK of my kid being sick. I am hoping that he is tough enough to get through the worst of it, which is supposed to come on Monday and Tuesday. We shall see. Anyways, sorry that I don't have better news. Here are some heart-breaking snaps of him getting his treatment. (Ya, I know these pics "technically" stink, but I don't have time to edit at all since he is stuck to my hip.) Have a great weekend!!
P.S.- he HATES his treatments!!! He freaks out. We put on Elmo's Christmas DVD to sidetrack him, but it rarely works.