Last night saw Michael, Ryan, myself and Mum and Dad (Nan & Pop to Ryan) celebrate Ryan’s first Christmas Party.
We kept him home from Childcare yesterday, with Michael taking him to the doctor’s in the morning. Ryan’s cold was just that, a cold, but it was the mucous that was running down the back of his throat that was causing all the problems. A mixture, of breast milk, formula and solids combined with mucous, didn’t make for a very pretty site, especially when Ryan did managed to get rid of the mucous each time from his poor little stomach.
At 6:30pm we wondered down to Ryan’s Child Care Centre where they were holding their Christmas Party. A sausage sizzle was put on and a special visitor arrived at about 7:15pm with little gifts for all the kids. We were lucky to actually get there, as Ryan had been really sick since Monday and I didn’t think it fair to take him to his party if he had been away sick, but at the same time I didn’t want him to miss his first party either. A phone call to the director of the Child Care Centre and we were cleared to join the celebrations. Helps when our little man is the director’s favourite.
We ended up taking Ryan up the Paediatric ED at the Women’s and Children’s Hospital, because as of 8:15pm last night Ryan had thrown up 7 of his last 9 feeds (since Monday), and I was starting to get a little concerned. I was more worried about dehydration as his urinary out put was basically non-existent. We only had to wait in triage for about 3/4's hour, which was pretty good, before being taken through to the PED. They gave him a good check up, (keeping in mind Michael had yesterday off and had taken Ryan to see my doctor in the morning.) His oxygen levels were down a little bit and the soft spot on his head was a little sunken.
He was due for a feed around 12:15am this morning, but understandably I was hesitant about feeding him, but at least we were in the right place if he were to share his meal with everyone and everything around him. He kept his feed down, but still no urinary out put, they wanted to test for infection.
So they put a little bag on him to catch any wee he might do. Well because they didn't get it on properly the first time they missed it, and of course the nappy caught it, so they had to put another one on and of course we had to wait for him to go again. 2:30am, he finally went. They tested the sample and it came back fine.
He did have a really wet cough, and was wheezy at times, so they were even thinking a touch of asthma. The registrar in charge wanted to get chest films done, but we had missed radiology by 10 minutes. Diagnosis, well either a 24 hour bug, as he has kept the last two feeds down, or a chest infection (with the food and mucous not agreeing with each other, hence throwing up). He did bring up a little bit of lovely yellow stuff while up there. They can't really treat young babies and it is generally hard to give/get an accurate diagnosis.
So poor little thing, he didn't get to bed until about 3:45am this morning either did Michael and I. Michael is only 5 minutes from work, so he felt ok to drive in this morning, but I knew having further to go I would have trouble concentrating being so tired. Ryan woke up at about 8:20am as it was. I feed him and he kept it down, which is good. He is at Mum and Dad's at the moment (being Thursday), they thought I might like the break, and to be able to go back to bed for while.
I will go and have a nap now and then go down and pick him up and have some lunch with Mum and Dad. Nightie Night….
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