The hospital is always a scary place to visit. Whether it’s as a visitor or as a patient. Let alone when your the visitor and you’re two year old is the patient.
We had a bit of a scare Saturday morning. He woke up at about 12:30 coughing and wheezing like crazy. But, it was the screaming and crying that was worrisome. It’s panic mode when you can’t get them to stop. After about an hour we were able to calm him down and he fell back asleep, “spread eagle style,” wheezing but sleeping just the same.Then about 2:30 he woke up again and was having trouble breathing with a horrible cough again. The cough seemed to spread deeper in his chest the more worked up he became.
At this point it was hospital or bust. The kid took it like a champ. By the time we were on our way home he was 1 ice pop and 8 mL of steroids. He was happy, I was literally exhausted to the point of no return and he was now pumped full of hyper enduring drugs. Luckily, the energy that spread throughout the house like wildfire, died down just enough for dad and mom to get a quick power nap.
This isn’t one of those blog post where I’m looking for some kind of sympathy or an answer or anything… not that I usually do that anyway… but about two nights ago Steph and I got woken up by what sounded like a barking seal followed by an absurd amount of screaming. So either someone from Maritime Aquarium Center was up in the spare bedroom training for a new seal circus show or something was definitely wrong with Jackson.
It’s a little scary when you can’t get your little one to calm down knowing that the more excited he gets… the more worked up he gets… the worse he sounds. I get the whole ignore him when he’s crying in his crib for a little bit and let him put himself to sleep but this was definitely different. There was something that wasn’t right. I’ve never heard a cough like this before in my life. I know I’ve heard of different types of coughs such is the “whopping cough”… but all I remember about that is people dying from it on the Oregon Trail computer game. I also remember hearing something about “croup”… which definitely sounds more like a southern HipHop dance style that a cough.
So of course with me not being able to calm him down mommy comes into the room in a panic and all of a sudden everything that we’ve learned or dealt with over the past 10 months flies out the window. It’s like we completely forgot to be parents. So of course we take the contacting the mommy and daddy Facebook friends to get some advice. We also turned the 24 hour advice nurse at our pediatrician.
Doesn’t matter who or where it came from… It was the same result… steam up the bathroom and sit in there with them for 20 minutes. Which doesn’t seem like a big deal or a lot of work until you realize that the shower head is being replaced in my bathroom. And I had just finished regrouting Stephanie’s bathroom shower tile.
The decision was made and a second regrout and will be necessary. So there we are two grown adults and a 10-month-old sitting inside of the sauna. I mean literally got to the point where sweat was dripping off of my face and I wound up having to take off my shirt and socks. Time felt like it was moving in slow-motion. I think we need made it to 18 minutes before Steph and I were about to pass out. Jax came out of the steam room with a bright red face, disheveled hair and the same sounding cough!
Fast forward five hours through intermittent coughing, a panicky mom and two restless dogs and you have the rest of my night! In the morning the doctor confirmed that Jax has “croup.” Really? Wow… total surprise!
We now have a ten month old on Prednisone… Prednisone… STEROIDS! Kid will be playing third base for the Yankees and a home run champion in no time!
I swear Mr. Selig, I didn’t know they were steroids. Someone gave them to me; thought they were dietary supplements!
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Alex’s letter to fans:
Alex Rodriguez apologize to Yankee fans yesterday. Being a huge Yankee fan, I decided to read the letter to my son. Below is the letter he wrote in response to ARod:
Dear Mr. Arod,
Hello, I am just a little kid, but I wanted to tell you that I read your letter. Well, actually just to be honest, because lying is wrong (hahaha) I didn’t read it, my dad read it to me. I think you were trying to say sorry about doing bad things. It is really good to say you’re sorry when you do bad things. Sorry is what my dad says to my mom all the time when he says dumb things.
I don’t really know what a steroid is. But my dad says you have to use a needle and I.DO.NOT.LIKE.NEEDLES! One time at the doctor’s office I had to get this stupid shot so I wouldn’t get something called measles, rumps and mubellas and I hated it. I cried and cried and even kicked the doctor when I saw the needle. So, I’m not sure why people would say you took a shot yourself. I hope you didn’t cry, well actually if you cried that might be a good thing. Mom and dad call that a natural consequence.
I want to ask you a question though. In your letter you say sorry. I learned that saying sorry means you made a mistake and won’t do it again, or again, or again. I hope that your sorry means that you are going to just play baseball and hit a lot of homeruns.
I love the Yankees because… because… well, I’m only ten months old, I don’t even know any other teams. I want the Yankees to win a lot of games and win the World Series so that my dad is happy and buys me a lot of cool Yankees onesies and stuff. If you can help them win then I know my family is happy to have you back on the team.
Good luck this year.
Remember no needles and no strikes outs!
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