Our long week at the hospital

Connor hated his nasal cannula (for his oxygen) and he hated his IV. You can see that he is trying to take it out.

I think Connor is thinking either, "no more pictures" or "can we go home yet?"

This is what we did most of the time while in the hospital. It was kind of nice, because normally he is too busy to let me hold him.

Last Tuesday night, Jason and I decided that we needed to take Connor to the emercency department because he was having trouble breathing, had been throwing up and had hardly been eating since the Friday before. He had also been having high fevers and had an eye infection. (Monday I took him to the pediatrician's and they said just watch him and gave him a prescription for antibiotics for his eye infection.) As soon as we got to Primary Chidren's they checked Connor's vital signs and his oxygen was low, so immediately they put him on oxygen. Then they put in an IV and started fluids. They admitted him about 2:30 am to the Infant Medical Unit. (Luckily for me I only had one more day of clinicals that was on Wednesday, but after talking to my professor she told me not to worry about going.) So after they did some blood work and a test of his mucous for a viral panel they determined he had metapneumovirus, which is a lot like RSV. They also said he had ear infections in both ears. He really was miserable. Poor kid! On Thursday and Friday I had to go to school for a couple hours and Jason had to go to work, and I am so thankful that my mom was able to go to the hospital to stay with Connor while I was gone.

By Friday morning Connor was off the oxygen. The only thing keeping us there, was that Connor was not taking enough liquids by mouth, so they could not take him off the IV fluids. Friday afternoon the dr. said if he can drink enough fluid by the morning, there is a good chance he will go home. Jason and I were trying to give him as much fluid as we could, but if you have a 20 month old or know one, you will know that it is really hard to get them to do anything they don't want to do. (We had been sleeping at the hospital every night and we were ready to get a full nights rest in our own bed and so was Connor.)

Finally Saturday afternoon Connor was discharged from the hospital. I really thought we were never going to get home, it felt like the LONGEST week ever. Connor is doing better, but not quite 100% yet. We are all SO glad to be home. At times like this I am especially grateful for good family and friends and for their support.