Happy Friday ladies and gentleman, and as usual, I am very happy that it is Friday; but not for the reason I usually am. Unlike how it always is: I miss working, I'm sick of bed and I am slowly getting to the point of wondering whether or not people still laugh out in the world. In two days this shitty week will come to an end, and finally a new week awaits us; and I can only hope it'll be a better one.
A week ago Noah was perfectly fine, and he was fine all throughout the weekend. Sunday; he had a slight cough but nothing too worrying; we had a great day with my relatives who happen to be here on vacation; we went swimming, ate delicious lunch and just relaxed. Noah was even fine Sunday night when I put him to bed. The horrors of this week began around 1am when he woke up that night crying; nothing unusual. The unusual part happened when I went in there to pick him up. I only had to lay one hand on him to realise that he was burning up. I took his temperature to find out he had a 41.5 degrees fever so I gave him a dose of panadol before putting him back to sleep next to me. The next morning his fever was at 39.5, which it remained basically all day. He has coughing badly and could hardly stay awake throughout the whole day. When the late evening entered, and I'd failed to get anything in Noah's belly other than anti fever medication that was clearly not working, I took his temperature once again, and it was up to 40, so I called a relative who so kindly took us to the doctor where they listened to his lungs and made the quick decision to send him to the hospital for an X-ray. It was a long night at the hospital; I can't say how many hours it took, but it seemed like forever. Finally he was diagnosed with a bad case bronchitis. Noah has since then been taking antibiotics but they have not seemed to help. His fever comes and goes. Yesterday I was hopeful but when the night set, all hope was lost. This morning, his fever was very high, he was badly coughing and I could hardly keep him awake he was so out of it so I took him back to the hospital where they did nothing; they were completely useless. All they did was tell me to keep giving him his medication and come back next week if he still doesn't improve. He was pretty good for about an hour after that. I got some fruit in him and he was playing outdoors as we waited to take the uber home. When we got home, he ate yoghurt and asked to go to the playground; which I was ecstatic about considering he's had no energy all week; but the minute he got there, it was like all his strength had disappeared again, and all the other mothers were staring and judging me for taking my sick child outdoors. The fresh air felt so good however so I carried him around the neighbourhood until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. He had a 3 hour nap in my bed after that. Tonight he's managed to eat some pasta and some pieces of candy but his fever is pretty high again. He's had his medication and he's fast asleep next to me.
I am so exhausted after these days and I feel so extremely hopeless to not be able to make this better for him. I'm worried and I can't help him. The only word he really seems to mutter these days is "hug" and it is so cute when he reaches out for me and takes a hold of me as he says it. It's the only way he's been able to fall asleep; holding on to me like I'm his teddy, and I love hugging and cuddling him to make him feel safe more than anything. He seems so small, smaller than usual, and I am going to give him hugs for as long as he needs me to. My sweet boy; all I want is for him to be happy and healthy again.
Has anyone been through this? Does anyone know what I can do to help him? Please give me answers.
Happy weekend love from a very tired mother, and.a boy beautiful as ever who needs a little extra strength from above.