Sick little guy

Luke went back to the doctor yesterday as the antibiotics hadn't helped in over 72 hours. After chest x-rays and blood work, we learned he does in fact have pneumonia in the right lung. His antibiotics were switched, but he's still miserable. The doctor called back today to let me know his blood work showed quite the chest infection as well. That knowledge means he's on another antibiotic, then additional meds to help his little body cope with the antibiotics. His fever still hovers around 100-102. He returns to the doctor Thursday morning. If he shows little or no improvement, he'll be admitted to the hospital for other ways to remove the fluid from his lung.

As I was reading online last night about pneumonia in kids (Rule 563 of parenting is NEVER get on the internet when your child is sick), I'm pretty sure it read, "Children generally start out with a basic cold or flu. Then after their parents drag them all over Hong Kong for 5 days, it turns into pneumonia and a chest infection."

Okay. Maybe that's not how it went, but that's the story in my head. Of course I feel so guilty, but as Adam says, we can't change it, so let's fix it. With the host of meds he's on now, I'm hopeful things will begin to heal in the next 24 hours. The last thing we want is to put him in the hospital.

It's so hard to see them sick. And at times like this, it's especially hard to be away from the grandparents. WE MISS YOU!

xo