Ava is sick. And not like, "Eh, she doesn't feel that great," sick. Like, super miserable sick.
It started Saturday night, when we got back from the zoo, which prompted D to ask the oh-so-hilarious, "Maybe she caught the bird flu." Oh, men.
We were going to skip the festivities for Halloween, but after a couple of great naps she seemed much, much better, so out we went, into the 85-degree night. Ha! She had a great time, we had a great time, all was well. Or so I thought.
Monday morning, we woke up to a sick little one, far worse than she was Saturday night or Sunday morning. Her nose was running non-stop, she was coughing, and she had a fever, so I called up her doc, and he was able to get her in. Unfortunately his only appointment was during my work hours, and I've only called in sick twice in two years and don't make a habit of it, so D took off work to take her.
You know what's worse than holding your baby down for a shot/lab work/breathing treatments? Not being there to do it, and hearing that she cried out "mamamama" the entire time. I'll never complain about taking her for vaccines again :(
Diagnosis? Bronchial infection (bronchitis). Treatment? She had to have a breathing treatment in the office - poor, poor baby! - and now a 7-day course of antibiotics. She's barely eating, waking up all night crying due to her inability to breathe and the coughing, and is just generally miserable. Thankfully, she's in happy spirits, and wants to sit in my lap and read all day, which is absolutely fine by me. Unfortunately, mama still has to work, and D has a test tomorrow for the class he's taking, so she'll have to come with me today :(
Here's hoping the antibiotics kick in soon!!! I HATE seeing my little baby girl suffering :(