Hoping for health

Oof!  These past few weeks have been reminiscent of three years ago.  G was a baby and in a childcare center, and he was sick ALL the time (his exhausted, sleep-deprived parents didn’t fare much better).  That was followed by two winters of relatively good health (which is the norm for us) — first, the year G was home with me, and then last year, when he was with a small, home-based caregiver.  Nothing like jumping back into the germ pool that is lots of little kids together in one place!

First we had the flu virus that [likely] led to the secondary pneumonia infection.  Matthew and I had milder versions of the influenza-ish virus — no pneumonia, but it did linger in our sinuses for a bit.  Time, rest, and regular neti-ing seems to have finally done the trick for us.

We no sooner recovered from that than G was hit with a 24-hour stomach bug.*  I’ll spare you the details.  We ramped up hand washing, and I did more loads of laundry in two days than I usually do in a month!  Matthew and I had vague, “don’t feel great, but not really sick” symptoms during those 24-48 hours — headache, low appetite, and intermittent, low-level nausea.

To add to the fun, on Friday, when G was with my MIL, she called and said she was concerned that he might have a UTI.  Ugh, not what I wanted to hear!  Based on the symptoms, we went ahead and made an appointment with the doctor.

UPDATED: Just realized I forgot to finish this . . . .  The UTI scare turned out to be a false alarm.  Instead of antibiotics, we left with a diagnosis of irritated skin at the tip of his penis and a “prescription” for daily warm baths, sans soap.  We made the most of the doctor appointment by confirming that his lungs were, indeed, clear of pneumonia (he was much more cooperative this time!).

We thought we were out of the woods, and, where January had been “the month of sick,” I [prematurely] declared February the month of health.  We made it three days into the month, and then it was Matthew’s turn for the full-blown version of G’s stomach bug (or maybe it was a different one, who knows???  There are so many fun options from which to choose!).

Now that M and G have both had a stomach bug, I feel like there’s a dark cloud over my head.  I’ve felt a bit “off,” but it may just be the power of suggestion.  I won’t make any more declarations about us being healthy, but I’m sure hoping for a better month!

*It’s a pet peeve of mine when people talk about the “stomach flu.”  It’s a common phrase, but there is no such thing.  There are a variety of organisms (viruses, bacteria, and parasites) that can cause gastrointestinal issues, with various symptoms and durations, but these have nothing to do with influenza. The general term for these illnesses is gastroenteritis, which just means inflammation of the gastrointestinal tract (that inflammation leads to the characteristic symptoms, which may include nausea, cramping, vomiting, and/or diarrhea).  These “stomach bugs” are usually transmitted by eating contaminated food (people often blame the last thing they ate before they got sick, but in reality, many of these bugs have long incubation times), or by the fecal-oral route.  On the other hand, influenza is a respiratory virus (think nasty cold, with body aches and fever).  End rant.

 

Snapshots and snippets

A sick kiddo and poor sleep left me with little time for writing the past two weeks.  I had a mild version of whatever Gabriel had originally (not the pneumonia), but I think I’m almost back to good.  Whenever I have respiratory-type illnesses, my already not-too-high appetite for sugar plummets.  This was particularly annoying over the weekend when Matthew made chocolate chip cookies . . . .

Speaking of the kitchen, we’ve had some upgrades over the last few weeks.  The end goal is having an externally-vented exhaust fan for the gas range and oven, but the project is happening in steps (more details on that in another post).

Anyhow, our landlord opted to install an over-the-range microwave (with an external venting option), instead of just a hood.

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Step two, microwave installation, is now complete.  The final step is getting the duct work to direct the exhaust outside.

The work in the kitchen forced me to confront our egg carton problem . . . .

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We save the cartons to return to the farmers, but we’re clearly much better at the “saving” part than the “returning” part.  At this point, it’s just ridiculous and embarrassing.  Anyone have a use for lots of cardboard egg cartons???

Leaving the kitchen, let’s talk about nail fungus.  I mentioned my toenail problem almost a year ago, in this health post.  I started applying medicated chest rub (like Vick’s), because the thymol (thyme oil) has been shown to be effective against fungus.  I wasn’t getting results, so I decided to go for the hard stuff — straight-up thyme essential oil.  I’ve been using it [almost] daily for about six months, and I’m happy to report that the fungus seems to be on the way out!

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I used the oil straight, not diluted — dilution is recommended for most applications, this included, probably, but I was tired of messing around.  This is the most healthy toenail I’ve had in eighteen months!

Moving right along . . .

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We spent a little bit of time over the weekend scoping out Properties of Interest (POI), i.e., properties that seemed promising based on location and lot size.  In the next couple of weeks, we’ll be writing letters of interest/inquiry to the current home-owners.  Likely nothing will come of it, but you never know when someone might be hoping to sell!

Diagnosis and drugs

After some debate mid-week last week on whether or not Gabriel needed to see a doctor, I decided to call our pediatrician’s office and run things by the nurse.  It turned out they did want to see him.  I hesitated, expecting I would spend a decent bit of money and time (sitting in a place full of other sick kids) just to be told that it was a virus and would clear soon.  But we were headed into a weekend (a 3-day weekend at that), and I didn’t want to end up in the E.R. if we were dealing with a secondary infection, so I made an appointment for that afternoon.

I arrived with a rather chipper little boy who had not had a fever all day.  When we finally saw the doctor (I really like our pediatrician, but I really dislike the wait times in that office!), he spent a loooooooooong time listening to G’s lungs.  Or, rather, trying to listen to G’s lungs, while the patient squirmed and wriggled.

In the end, the doctor couldn’t get a great read on things, due to patient non-compliance (in retrospect, the behavior might have been partially due to pain he experienced while taking a deep breath).  After coughing, G’s lungs mostly sounded good, except for one spot in his lower right lung, which was maybe okay, but maybe not.  Based on that, our ped made a “soft diagnosis” (his words) of pneumonia and sent us home with a prescription for azithromycin (Z-pac, except the liquid, kiddy version).

[When I had pneumonia in middle school, I’m pretty sure the diagnosis was confirmed with an x-ray, but an x-ray was never raised as a possibility here.]

I was less than thrilled with the uncertain diagnosis and the prescription of a pretty hard-hitting antibiotic, especially given Gabriel’s seemingly-improved state.  I filled the prescription, but we decided to take a wait-and-see approach.

All was good for the next 24-hours: no fever, improved mood and energy, and improved appetite (still a runny nose and a cough, but coughs often linger for quite awhile).  We were able to get outside and take advantage of the beautiful weather on Saturday morning, and I thought we had dodged the antibiotic bullet.

Not so fast.  Late Saturday afternoon, Gabriel’s temperature spiked again, and we decided it was time for the drugs.   He spent the evening on the couch, feeling rotten, and ate next-to-nothing for dinner.

We put him to bed, and there was some coughing in the first few hours, but he settled down to quiet sleep, and then, miraculously, 4:30am came and went with NO coughing! (He’d started coughing around that time every morning for the previous seven days, semi-asleep, but unable to stop coughing until he got up.)

Since then, he’s been fever-free and more-or-less cough-free at night.  He’s clearly feeling better overall, and his appetite is back.  [He barely ate at all last week, which is not his usual, and he wasn’t even interested in noodles (as much as he’s a great eater, under normal circumstances, he would eat noodles day and night if we let him.)]  This is enough evidence for me that there was something bacterial going on and that the antibiotic was warranted.

He took his final dose of the azithromycin yesterday (PSA: If you start taking antibiotics, finish the whole darn course).  Other than some loose stools, his body seems to be tolerating the drug.  In general, I think antibiotics are still over-prescribed, but it’s good to have them there (and effective) when you need them!

Sick kid

Last Saturday night, I told Gabriel that the next day was his half birthday.  He very sweetly asked who was coming to his party.  I had to backpedal a bit, explaining that we don’t really celebrate half birthdays; they are just a way of marking time.  I feared that he would have a meltdown (lots of those in the past couple of months — Tyrannical Threes?), but he handled the “no party” news fairly well.

On his half birthday, he woke with a fever (after a night spent coughing), and he’s been sick ever since.  No party, and the flu?*  He’ll probably just vote to skip his half birthday next year, and I wouldn’t blame him!

He’s been pretty lethargic, with an on-and-off fever, that, other than Sunday morning, seems to appear in the afternoon and dissipate later in the evening.  In general, we like to let the fever do it’s job (the point of a fever is raising the temperature to make it inhospitable to the invading microbes), but at this point, we’re starting to feel like the fever has had it’s chance.

He also has a terrible cough, that, of course, mostly surfaces when he tries to lie down and rest.  His body seems to be able to mostly shut off the coughing for a good portion of the night (perhaps with the help of medicated chest rub), but the cough surfaces in full force around 4:30am.  One morning he coughed so hard (and probably had so much nasty phlegm in his belly), that he threw up a bit.  Fortunately (?) I was in bed with him at the time, but ever since I’ve been paranoid that it will happen again and he’ll asphyxiate.

He rejected my attempt at a homemade honey and lemon cough remedy (it had coconut oil in it, and was kind-of weird, to be fair — maybe just honey and lemon next time???).

In the past five days, G has watched more TV at home than in the past 3.5 years combined (that’s not counting what he watched at his sitter’s, which was not crazy, but more than I was thrilled about): Daniel Tiger and Curious George episodes, along with Charlotte’s Web and Cinderella.

His appetite is almost non-existent.  We’re really pushing the liquids: water, herbal tea with lots of honey, and some [usually diluted] juice.  I’m half tempted to see if I can start lactating again, both for hydration and comfort.

It kind of feels like winter break never ended.  We had one week of school/work normalcy, and now this all week.  So far, Matthew and I are relatively healthy (knock on wood).  I’m hoping that G will kick this thing in the next few days, and be ready to return to school on Tuesday.

*We all had our flu shots, but there’s a nasty influenza strain going around that wasn’t included in this year’s vaccine — rotten luck!

Cold weather biking with kids

Baby, it’s cold out there!  Matthew and Gabriel biked to school/work the first two days of the week (coldest on-bike temps for G thus far), but we switched to the car when the bottom really dropped out on Wednesday and Thursday.  The bike ride to school takes between twenty and thirty minutes, and, even well-bundled, that’s a long time to sit still in the bitter cold.

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Layers, from head to toe: Helmet (not pictured), thin-ish fleece hat, balaclava, sunglasses, scarf (also not pictured), long underwear (i.e., cotton pajama) base layer, sweatshirt, pants, coat, insulated mittens, insulated snow bibs, rain boots.

I took this picture a few weeks ago.  We since discovered that his snow boots from last year still fit, so we pulled those out for the really cold days.  And this week we finally talked him into swapping the sunglasses for ski goggles.

If you’re thinking, “It must take forever to get out the door in the morning,” you are completely right.

There are certainly mornings where I’m tempted to say “Screw it,” and take the car instead, but so far, we’re making this work (on the non-icy road days).