After our busy morning we all arrived home hungry and ready for some play time.
|Ava wanted to eat pizza even before we changed her clothes.|
|Can't blame her... it looked so good in the fridge!|
|Eli just wanted a chance to play with his Ninja Turtles.|
|Yep... it's party time, Dudes!|
Then Wednesday night hit with a vengence. About bedtime Eli started running a little fever. I gave him some Motrin and put him to bed thinking it was a cold... WRONG! Eli was up all night Wednesday night. He might have slept a couple hours all night. Brian tried to stay in the bed with Ava and I tried to tend to Eli, but Eli got sick 2 or 3 times through the night and Brian came to help me. The fever reached 103 and stayed there for a long while through the night so even when Eli was sleeping I was still trying to check his fever every 15-30 minutes. Thursday morning Brian and I stayed home and took Eli to the doctor. We even got to go to the hospital for a chest x-ray and blood work (our favorites). Eli stayed pretty sick Thursday though he did sleep a bunch and Friday afternoon, Joey came to get Ava for the weekend so that Brian and I could survive whatever this cold was. Late Friday afternoon we found out that Eli had RSV. Our orders were to do our best to manage the fever and to call the doctor if it got too high. By 5pm Friday night, Eli's fever was reading 104.5 degrees. So off to the ER we went.
We were in the ER for what seemed like an eternity. It's never a pleasant experiance, but when Eli's screaming "I wanna go home! Get this off of me!" over and over at the top of his lungs for 2 hours, it's downright torture. Eli was doing fairly well lying still and being patient through the breathing treatment and initial assessments, but then the doctor ordered more blood work and an IV started. (Not that they gave him fluids through the IV, they just put in the port since they needed blood anyway.) Eli cried; I cried; it was terrible! Eli was so traumatized that her refused to put his arm down. He laid like this the entire time we were there.
The one bright spot we had was that Eli's arm provided some entertainment for us once he wore out enough that he started falling asleep. Poor little guy.
Anyway, the ER basically did nothing for us. Eli got a steroid shot, we all missed supper, and we lost several days of our lives from the experience. In their defense they didn't measure a temperature as high we were were measuring, so I'm sure they thought we were just panicking
Eli spent the next few days lying on the couch lifeless. He'd be awake for an hour or so and then sleep for 3-4 hours. It was terrible to see him like that. There are so many times that I've wished I could get him to sit still for a few minutes. Now I take everyone of those thoughts back and then some.
In any event, by the beginning of the next week, Eli was getting closer to recovery and we were all thankful to see him improving.
So while the rest of us were off trying to get Eli well, Ava was out partying with her Joey and Aunt Jane. They ran some errands, got some good food to eat, did some shopping, and then met up again later for supper. When I finally went to get Ava late Sunday afternoon, she didn't want to leave her Joey. She had been completely spoiled and was not ready to give up all that attention. Unfortunately for Ava, all good things do come to an end and she had to come back home and get ready to go back to daycare. That pretty much covers this week... more to come.