Mama Called the Doctor and the Doctor Said...

"I think you better bring your child in." It all started innocently, just a runny nose, and a slight cough. I say to myself, "he's getting better, tomorrow he will be even better." A couple of days go by, he's almost himself and then...then...it all went downhill. Now he's running a fever, runny nose all the time, lethargic, irritable, pale, clammy, diarrhea, inconsistently consistent cough, sleeping for no more than 2-3 hours at a time. Finally, I called. Bring him in. After further examination the verdict came:"Congratulations, I am 90% sure your child has H1N1, he has a double ear infection and Rotovirus. If you would've brought him in when he initially got sick we could've done Tamiflu and it probably wouldn't have turned into such a severe case. Now we get to hospitalize him." My gut wrenches, my heart is suddenly heavy, I'm now nauseated. I shout, "No! We're to poor to hospitalize our son. It's either we celebrate Christmas or hospitalize him." The doctor concedes. 10 days of antibiotics and other prescriptions, follow up in 3 days. The next day was my birthday, guess what...didn't celebrate it. Instead took care of my little guy who had a temperature max of 105.8 degrees and would sweat and cough and look up at me like "help me mama, why do I feel this way!?!" After 3-4 days of antibiotics and alternating Tylenol, Ibruprofen, Benadryl, Chestal, Zarbee's, Vicks, Florastor, etc...we got him better. It's now been 6 days since any fevers. We're done with antibiotics. We survived.

Then we finally went out to celebrate my birthday. Benihana's (because I had a gift card from work).

Now we're back to being normal Brody Joseph Hall. Eatin' the chicken and tater tots, and doing his piano practice.