What, you thought the story had ended? That my last post wrapped up nicely with Grayson asleep for the night, waking up all better and ready to get on with his life? ha!

No sooner had I pushed “Publish” on my post last night (seriously, within seconds), the screaming started. I sent Ryan into the nursery and was urgently called in. Grayson was burning up, and inconsolable. Took his temp- 103.4.

We called the nurses line, and she had me count his breathing. 48 respiration per minute- over 30 and they recommend the Emergency Room. So off we went, forgetting the diaper bag.

This was our eighth ER visit in 16 months. Seriously, where is our Frequent Flyer punchcard? We should be due a free visit by now. Buy 8 get one free?

RSV- nope. Flu- nope. Partially collapsed lung and really high heart rate- ding! ding! The lung thing is a fairly common side effect of being intubated for surgery, and apparently unless you have a sharp metal object piercing through your skull, the ER does not consider your medical condition a big deal. So four-ish hours later, home we went, with an antibiotic to hopefully prevent pneumonia from invading his poor little beat up lung.

Oh and they checked his ears while we were there. No fluid. So we can check that off our list. And now with the mess we’re in now, do I really want to repeat the hearing test in 3 months under sedation?

This morning- all better? Ha! Fever- still there. Crying- all morning long. Breathing- when I was able to hear it over all the crying, it sounded like an old static-y record player. Oh, and he threw in back to back projectile vomiting episodes for good measure. I guess so I had plenty of laundry to do- in case I got bored.

Called our pediatrician. Yep, bring him in.

Our regular pedi wasn’t on call so we saw another doctor in the practice. We liked her a lot. She thinks he does indeed have a touch of pneumonia. Grrreeeat. He’s also constipated. So we’re on poop-watch. If he hasn’t pooped by Monday at the latest, we need to be very concerned.

We got another antibiotic, which OF COURSE was not available in a generic, so it cost $60 and Ryan’s third trip to the pharmacy in as many days.

Grayson is MIS-ER-A-BLE. He’s either crying, or whimpering, or sleeping. Nothing else. His fever is 101 and he’s making me burn up holding him. He peed all over me the last time I took his temperature. Ryan laughed. I rolled my eyes and cleaned myself up. Grayson screamed. Right now he’s in his swing, asleep. I’m not moving him. Not sure if I want to bathe him tonight or not.

Two years ago today, I found out I had a little miracle growing inside me. He is worth all of this and so, so much more. I just want him to feel better.