We seemed to be turning a corner Saturday which made me happy. It was a rough few days and seeing Claire so sick never settles well. But then at bedtime it seemed like Norah was a little off. More fussy than normal and not her happy self. She normally fights to go down but once she's out she is out. 2 hours into sleeping she began to cry...I ignored it thinking maybe she had a bad dream. It stopped within a few minutes. But then the three o'clock hour struck and I heard screaming. I ran to get her and she wasn't making sense. She was crying, "my cake pop momma. My cake pop!" As she searched her crib for this figment of her imagination, I scooped her up and instantly felt how scalding her little body was. I didn't need the thermometer to tell me what I already knew - Norah was sick. When I did take her temp it was 103! I gave her Tylenol and cradled her in my arms. It felt like forever for it to break but when it did she finally fell asleep. Holding my sweaty baby, I feared what the days ahead would bring. Norah's only experience with a fever has been the result of two instances before - during ear infections (she now has tubes) and when she had roseola (a horrific rash ensued). She is sensitive but your mind always thinks the worst.
The next morning was rough. After an uncomfortable night's sleep, she was crabby. She didn't have any drainage like her sister, but her fever persisted and she was lethargic. I think she spent the majority of the morning in either mine or Mike's arms. She even passed out at random as I held her. I knew then she was really in bad shape. It seemed like every 3-4 hours her temperature would return accompanied by horrible chills. It was around 4 that everything changed though. Her voice became hoarse and she developed a barky cough and wheezing cadence to her breath. Never dealing with this before, I panicked. I remembered my mom taking me into a steamy bathroom as a kid so I did the same. Rather than help, she seemed to become more agitated and began to sob. The sobs seemed to make her worse so I tried my best to calm her. Everything in my guy said to take her to see a doctor. So around 6:30 pm I took her to the ER. So glad I did. Her pulse ox was 90 and she was really gasping for air. The nurses acted fast and got her a breathing treatment. She cried during the entire thing but she sounded a little bit better. The doctor prescribed steroids to help her throat and chest. We were sent home by 8:30 pm and poor Norah was beat. Terrified to take my eyes off her, I kept her with us. It was such a rough night. W tween the fever and wheezing, she couldn't get comfortable and cried ad cried, making her breathing worse. I held her close, praying for some relief for her. Hours later she finally found comfort like a small cat and curled up at the foot of them bed.
Today was not as bad as yesterday but she was still sick. She sought a lot of affection and stayed more on the lazy side...until this afternoon. Claire wanted a playmate because she was now feeling better. Buuuuut Norah would wheeze every time they ran around. I didn't like this and worried she wouldn't rebound. At dinner I noticed her seem to struggle for air and gag some. She kept saying she was ok so we trusted her (insane I know to trust a 22 month old!). Shortly thereafter I tried to give her the steroid. The nurse told me the steroid tasted horrible. I never thought about it because Claire took it no problem. But the instant I put that in Norah's mouth, she instantly gagged and threw up everywhere! Tons of mucous too. Once she finished crying, we were able to see she sounded better. Less wheezing than she had been. I am certainly hoping we begin to turn a corner and she's restored tomorrow. I hate seeing my babies sick.
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