New Phases

All of a sudden Joel has a fascination with nee-naws.  I’m not sure where it came from, or precisely when, but if a police car or ambulance went by whilst we were out, or he heard a siren he’d get really excited and start shouting ‘nee-naw, nee-na’ and once it had gone by look all sad and say ‘more nee-naw mama’.

This confused his grandparents who thought he was upset over losing ‘noo-nie’ (his blankie) as his vocabulary at the moment does all sound very similar!

He also loves to look at planes in the sky and shouts ‘pane, pane’ when he sees something up there.  He’s really into his Brio set at the moment and shouts ‘train, train, more train’ when building the track, and ‘choo choo’ when he’s pushing the engines around it.

And his other new thing is dinosaurs.  Well, I say new.  Steve showed him a cartoon dinosaur film and he was so engrossed he didn’t look away from the tv for an hour.  (yes, I felt that was quite a long time but he was fascinated) and again, he kept shouting ‘more more’ when you couldn’t see a dinosaur on the screen.

He is doing pretty well with his words, and we always know what he means.  He still goes off gabbling and says things like ‘goobly, googly, goggity goo’ and looks at us as though we’re meant to have understood the important point he’s obviously just made, but he seems to have a basic vocabulary which is working for him at the moment.

He amazed us yesterday after church.  We’d stayed for lunch and bearing in mind he’s been pretty poorly, and we’ve been trying to get him to eat as he was before (he’s still not got his little pot belly  back yet) and he lost a bit of weight over the past couple of weeks.  Well, we were given savoury mince, mashed potatoes, peas and sweetcorn.  Very tasty and welcome, although I did grimace a little inside at the thought of Joel attempting to throw the mash on the floor.  How wrong I was.  He was genuinely excited at the prospect of having peas!  And as long as there was a pea on every forkful, he ate it!  He cleared his entire plate in minutes and asked for more!  So he had another plate and cleared that one as well!  I’ve not doubt if we were at home he wouldn’t have done it.  Maybe it was because we were sat round a table with other folks, but Steve and I were so delighted to see him eating so well after so long.  He had a jammy crumpet for afternoon tea, and then a plate of cheesy beans on toast for tea, a pear and a piece of chocolate cake for pudding!  I think I can see his tummy coming back to him now!

And The Dr Said…..

It was worth going back to see the doctor yesterday.  I feel I’ve seen far more of the doctors this winter than ever before and there’s hardly been a week when I’ve not had to take myself or Joel.

But I was glad I went.  My sinis infection has cleared up, but it’s left my upper head very mucky.  And my deaf ear isn’t another infection, it’s glue ear.  Something the dr told me is quite common in toddlers!!  Great.  I get kiddie illnesses now too.

And my chest is very wheezy due to my asthma and I’ve had to go onto proper steroid inhalers.  My little blue puffers aren’t cutting the mustard anymore.  I blame the cold weather.  My asthma isn’t something that affects me during warmer months at all, and since I only developed it after getting a serious chest infection in my twenties, I have to say I don’t really count it as proper asthma.  Maybe I should.

It’s why I get so many chest infections, sinus things, respiratory things.

So anyway, I’m not on steroid nose sprays to try and clear the glue ear and my sinuses of muck, and steroid inhalers to help the horrid crackling I get when breathing which induces days of dry coughing.

Joel seems back to normal as well now which is good.  We’re on the same inhalers, but mine is a stronger dose.  Oh, and I have a ventilation tube for it as well now so we can sit and puff our steroids together!!

I am so fed up of this cold weather now it’s ridiculous.  A bit of warm sunshine would just help me out such a lot at the moment!

One Quiet Week

It’s been a bit of a boring week to be honest.

With no Joel around, I’ve had three days on my own and i’ve been lethargic and lazy.  I have done a few laundry loads admittedly, but other than that, I’ve dozed and sat around and have not been out anywhere.  I did get the E111 insurance cards ordered for us all to go abroad with.  The only thing remaining is the last payment for the apartment and packing!!

Joel loved going to nursery this week, I think he missed it.  Steve dropped him off and collected him, and said that he went running in shouting Trudy’s name and going to say hello to all his little friends! He did seem to get tired from it though, and has gone to bed before 7pm both nights.  He’s been eating quite well again as well which is reassuring as he lost his little pot belly over the past couple of weeks!

My sinusitis feels as though it’s on its way out, but my right eardrum is feeling hot and bulging again like it did before!!  So I’m wondering whether my infection has just moved location.  Either way, I may well be back at the Dr’s tomorrow as I need to be fit and well again.  I’ve got too much on for this lethargy to be dragging on any longer.

Maybe I’ll try to get out to the park with Joel tomorrow.   Some fresh air would be nice and might perk me up.

Return of the Robot Ear

I am not really feeling much better yet.  I am still coughing a lot, snuffling a lot and now I have my robot ear thing back which means my ear drum is feeling affected by infection so I’m really hoping the antibiotics I’ve got will sort that out for me as well as I can’t cope with another week of deafness and weird robot noises when Joel talks to me.

I had a nice day on my own with Joel at my parents.  I dozed and sat on the sofa most of the day watching Netflix.  I still feel rubbish though.  Maybe tomorrow I won’t get out of bed.  Well, except to get Joel, up, dressed and organised for nursery of course.  Couldn’t leave that to Steve now could we?!

Another Infection….

I was wrong!!

I saw the Doctor, he signed me off for the week, and said I had ‘acute rhinosinusitis’ and I’m on strong antibiotics.  Joel has some steroid tablets to help his wheezy chest again and I came out from the appointment with about 6 prescriptions and my sick note.

I emailed Kath at work to say I was off poorly and she’s just said to get well and not worry about work.  I can’t help worrying about work, but at least now I won’t have to have an interview with my manager who wanted to give me a warning.  It’s her leaving meal on Friday as well but I doubt I’ll be able to go now.  She wouldn’t agree with going out when signed off, even if I were feeling better by then.

I’m feeling a bit strange today.  My nose and sinuses are full of infection and my head is very woolley.  I think I’ll go for a bath at some point as I don’t know if I could stand in a shower due to the dizziness.

I just have to be well for this weekend and my niece’s first birthday, then a wedding the next weekend down in Kent.  Life is too busy for all this illness and I’ve had more than my fair share of lurgies this winter.  Not to mention thinking about starting to pack boxes and sort through all our clutter to organise a house move.  We have to repaint this house after moving out, but we also want to paint the new house before moving in, so I think there will be a couple of weeks where we stop at my parents and put our things into storage to get this done.  It’s such a big task, and I’m so tired today I can’t even think about it.  I’ve enjoyed making a new house board on my pinterest account though!!

Joel has gone to his grandparents for the day so I’m home alone to rest and relax.  It’s nice so far!  It’ll be the first time he’s gone to playgroup in ages too as he missed all of last week.  Steve has walked him and Izzy along, although I had to get up with Joel this morning, dress him and get everything ready for Steve to take.  Last time I was ill, Joel ended up with no coat or shoes because Daddy didn’t have a clue!  Poor thing (Joel I mean, not Steve).

Sicketty Sick

Well, I think that I’ve caught Joel’s lurgies.  If they were catching.  If they weren’t then I’ve just been unfortunate and run down.  I’m coughing a lot, and been bunged all night long.  It’s more than a cold, whatever Steve reckons.

I shall try to get a doctor’s appointment this morning for me, and Joel.  I want to make sure he has the all clear, and discuss what happened and if it were preventable.  I then want some strong anti-biotics, a doctor’s sick note signing me off for a week (or even backdated to last Thursday) and a day on my own to nap and recuperate.

I’m not sure that I”m going to get any of it to be honest.  I’m worried that I’ve had the worst of the bug, and my Dr never signs me off except that once when I got Hand Foot and Mouth and was contagious.  And I’ll not likely get a day to myself although hopefully a nap isn’t off the cards if I can sleep when Joel does.

I’ve not slept all night so am feeling a bit shakey from it this morning.  I coughed and wheezed till about midnight.  Then I may have dozed a little till 3am, but since then I’ve been awake feeling anxious about work and I just couldn’t sleep.  In that infuriating manner when the world is quiet and dark, the baby is fast asleep all night long, and the only hindrance is in my own brain.

And I feel wretched for it this morning.

Midnight Feast

Well, it’s 5am and Joel woke up at 4.30 and was chatty and happy!

I decided to take him downstairs and we put cloud babies on and he ate a little bit of toast, three strawberries and a couple of bites of banana.  It’s a start to getting him back to normal I guess.

It’s just nice to see him looking more like himself again, even if it is crazy early.

Ironically, Steve went to sleep next to him in the spare bed in order to ‘take care of him if he awoke’ (and because I’m so bunged in my head I was wheezing and whistling and apparently making a massive amount of noise!) but even at that close proximity  he doesn’t wake.  And it’s up to me to look after him when he calls ‘Mama’ in his cute little voice.  I have got ever so run down this week.  And after the bladder infection I had two weeks ago, the antibiotics seemed to give me a bit of thrush (lovely I know) and now I have a streaming cold and temperature but I’m taking as much paracetamol as I’m allowed.  I don’t feel so terrible right now.  I’ll have to go back to bed later, but Steve has said he’ll take Joel out for a walk and fresh air to give me a break today.

Yesterday Joel was pretty floppy again, and only ate a few cheerios for breakfast, and a strawberry and an egg for tea.  he flopped about most of the day but had a nice little play once Steve got home.  We took a little stroll with Joel in his buggy to the local shops to buy treats to tempt him with, chocolate cornflake cakes, tinned ravioli, you know, all the good stuff!!  I’m just trying to offer him all the things he normally loves to see if he will try and eat a bit more.

And he was doing so well with his words, but with being so poorly, he’s given up on talking for the time being.  When he wants something, as his thumb is in his mouth permanently, he sort of makes a grasping movement with his fingers, and points and says ‘uh’ in the general direction of what it is he wants.  It’s really hard to know what he’s asking for and he’s been getting frustrated as we don’t know what he’s after.    The sooner he’s better, the better!!

Right, time for me to nibble on a chocolate cornflake cake.  Can you tell I’ve sort of forgotten about dieting these past two weeks?!

Caffeine Uh Oh

So I’ve got a bit run down this week with being up for hours at a time holding a coughing Joel.

I went to bed early tonight to try and catch up, and was woken at 10pm and 1am already.  The 1am wakening has taken longer to resettle and I had to cuddle and rock him for a while.  I gave him calpol and raised his cot at the head end to help.  It seems to have worked as he’s not coughing at hte moment and I hsould be back in bed sleeping soundly.

Except I’m not as I’ve taken some paracetamol to help with my fluey feelings, and I realised too late that I’d bought the paracetamol with caffeine in it.  This does not sit well with me and I’m now unable to sleep and feel totally awake.  How bothersome.  I’ve got up to eat some hot cross bun toast and watch an episode of Community (a really great tv show!!)

It’s been two hours now, so I’m starting to feel as though I could go to sleep, which is when he’s starting to cry for me.

** and I ran upstairs to find he was looking scared of a penguin toy in his cot.  And now he’s awake and watching Waybaloo with me and sounding rather bunged again.  He’s had his inhaler and I can’t really do anything else for him other than comfort him now.  I just want him happy and healthy again.

Hospital Drama

So I’ve already mentioned that Joel has been a bit ill over the weekend.  He seemed to perk up on monday, he ate a little scrambled egg, and a strawberry, and even managed to play with his toys.  So I was fooled into thinking we were over the worse.  But little did I know how much worse it was going to get.

On Tuesday I rang work to say I wasn’t comfortable leaving Joel as he had gone a bit floppy again, and had a slight temperature, but he was really clingy and just wanted cuddles with me and ‘Beebies’ so I took a days leave to stay with him.

By lunchtime I was more concerned that he wasn’t eating at all or even drinking much today.  He’d not eaten for four days, and was very listless and floppy again today.  His temperature was coming in at just over 38 and I thought it was worth having him looked over by a dr, so rang and managed to get an emergency appointment right at the end of the day.

At 5.30 I put him in a thick woollen cardigan and his slippers (he was still in pyjamas) and off we went.  And we sat in the hot waiting room for over 20 minutes, and in that time he seemed to just get worse and worse all of a sudden.  He got less and less responsive, his temperature seemed to shoot up and I ended up taking his pyjama top off him and his slippers.

Finally we were called through to the doctors so I staggered along with Joel flopped on my shoulder giving feeble moans and hacking coughs and a laden down nappy bag.

Straight away the dr was concerned, as his temperature had gone over 40.  She lifted his vest and commented that his breathing was struggling and said she would call the hospital as he needed to be seen there.  I was a bit freaked out at this, as I’d left him till the end of the day to see a doctor, and felt terrible that it had got to this point but it really seemed so sudden.  She sent me to a nurses office where they got a nebulizer out and suddenly there were two doctors, a couple of nurses and a receptionist all milling about.  Joel did not like the nebulizer to start with, and cried but as it took effect he just zoned out and relaxed as the drug allowed his breathing to be better.  I felt awful as he’d refused his inhalers whilst being under the weather and I’d not pushed it not realising something like this could happen.  He hadn’t shown any chest infection signs like previously with heavy wheezing and deep coughing.

Next thing I knew I had a letter to take to the children’s ward, another doctor was carrying my bags to my car and I was on my way, trying not cry and keep myself together.  I gave my mum a call once there to say where we were and burst into tears.  She said she’d come and sit with me as hospitals really are a waiting game.

Once we were sat in the waiting room a student nurse came to check his temperature, and other bits and bobs, and my Mum showed up.  I then rang Steve who was driving back from Leeds so I didn’t want him to rush and do anything silly  but I don’t think I worried him too much.  And Joel was being so good, he let all the examinations take place without a fuss, and didn’t mind strange people pinning things to his thumbs and toes.

Steve turned up about 40 minutes later, just as the doctor was ready to examine Joel.  We went and sat in a curtained area and I explained how he’d started being floppy on Saturday, had a temperature and was sick on Sunday, seemed better on Monday, but Tuesday afternoon had suddenly deteriorated.  He then sent us for a chest x-ray and as we went along another couple with a toddler Joel’s age seemed to be in for the exact same thing.

The x-ray meant Joel had to sit in a pushchair on his own whilst Steve wore a lead coat and pinned his arms to his sides for the picture.  He howled a bit at this but it was over in an instant and he got a sticker saying he was a brave boy for his x-ray.  He then cried ‘Mama’ and buried himself back in my shoulder to be carried back.

Then it was another hour or so wait.  Joel dropped off to sleep first in my arms, then we swapped to steve’s as he’s so heavy!  Oh, and we were meant to get a urine sample which meant he had to sit with nothing on his bottom with a plastic cup under his willy.  Once he was asleep it was easier, but there was nothing coming out.  Considering the amount he had drunk since being there I was surprised but the nurses said that it was normal for the body to reserve liquids when fighting infections.

By 11pm they decided to admit us without the urine sample and start him on antibiotics   The chest x-ray had shown mucus on his lungs and they said he was full of infection in his throat and head, so an upper respiratory infection too.  Joel had a cot whilst I had a camp bed next to him.  I sent Steve home with instructions of what to bring back.  He wanted to stay but there wasn’t any point both of us being there and I wasn’t about to leave.

I dozed off about 12 midnight, and Joel slept most of the night through, bar his coughing fits.  At 3am I was woken when they came to do tests on him, and his oxygen levels weren’t good.  They got a mask which he wouldn’t put on, so as he slept again I held it over his nose but without it touching him for about half an hour.  Then I dozed off again and must have been in a very deep sleep as I couldn’t hear him crying right beside me at 6.30.  I finally came round to realise he’d had a massive snot attack and his face was covered in the thickest, muckiest snot I’d ever seen.  I cleaned what I could and then noticed dried blood all under his nose too.  The Dr said this was normal in children, as the snot explosion likely burst some capillaries up there too and it was nothing to worry about.

Steve came back at 7am so I could go home for an hour to shower and change.  I made some sandwiches, walked the dog and hurried back.  Joel was fast asleep again but had eaten a bit of toast and had a good drink.  Once again, the elusive urine was being sought so he was naked with his willy pot again.  And it took 6 hours to get it.  And when it came, there was no pot, but as he was on a mat, we managed to scoop some up which sufficed.

AT noon, the doctor said he could come home once discharged with medication, and by 2 it all came through and we were off. He was still very floppy but once home, insisted on walking in the front door on his own.  He wouldn’t even accept a hand over the steps.  He was very wobbley from lack of food and promptly fell asleep again.

The highlight of my day was cooking a pasta dish and having him eat about 12 pieces of fusilli!  Then he had about half a mango I cut up.  This was the most he’d eaten in four days.

Work have been good, and said I could take crisis leave to keep my annual leave and be paid for at least today, so whether I have to take leave tomorrow I’m not sure.  I’m not thinking about the work I’ll have to do next week, it’s all a bit stressful as I had a bladder infection last week and all this drama this week means I’ll be quite behind on Tuesday.

But work is not as important as Joel, and this was the most stressful time I’ve had with him yet, and we did ok.  There’s still a bit of a way to go yet, but having him at home is the main thing, and once the anti-biotics kick in he should be his happy, cheery self again.  And Steve and I survived the drama too and were a good team!

What A Night…

It could have been a lot worse.  Pretty much every 4 hours when his calpol/ibuprofen wore off he woke.  So it was 11pm and 3am.

I went to bed early thinking I’d need an extra hour, and was very disorientated when he woke crying at 11.  It felt like the wee small hours.  I dosed him with calpol, and he drank about a cup of water.  He was still hot, and he flopped on my knee with his head on my chest, and we sat in his rocking chair, until, just before the point of going to sleep, he sat up and said ‘bed’ and pointed to his cot, so I popped him back, put his music on again, and he said ‘mama, go’ and pointed me out of the room!  Fine!  I guess he wanted to be alone.

So I went back to bed and slept until the next awakening at 3am.  I went in and he was very hot again.  I gave him iburprofen this time (I’ve been alternating a bit) and he had another good drink.  I laid him back in his cot, and went back to bed, but he began coughing, and coughing as though he couldn’t stop.  I got back out of bed, and went in and he just lay in his cot looking at me, coughing uncontrollably.  I picked him up, and again we sat in his rocking chair.  He sat facing me, with his legs round the sides and his head resting on my chest so it was comfy, and we rocked for over an hour.  He was fast asleep but I felt that he’d start coughing again if I laid him down.  By 4.30am he was in such a deep sleep I thought I’d give it another go, so transferred him to his cot, dotted some karvol round the edges and sure enough, he slept till 8am this morning.

And the best bit, his temperature seems to have broken.  He’s still not himself.  He’s being allowed CBeebies in the morning which normally we don’t do as we get ready to go somewhere instead, but we’re both sat in pyjamas and dressing gowns and he’s just chilling out today.

He must have a heavy cold as well.  His nose was pretty much sealed shut with dirty, heavy looking snot this morning.  He did a sneeze which broke through and deposited ick all down him, and I’ve had to use a warm flannel to try and clear the rest.  He’s nibbled some jammy toast and had a spoon of cheerios and a good drink so there’s a bit of food and water in him now.

I’m just glad he seems to be on the mend, and for all the stresses and trauma of it all, it was nice to feel more needed by him last night than I have in a long while!  I don’t think Steve would have done what I did for him, and although he won’t remember it, it was nice to have the extra cuddly time which I knew only I could provide.