Actually, this week is just blending in with the last one. Last week was Grandma duty. Great fun, but exhausting, especially when the duty's charge is sick. A two-year old with a runny nose, then a cough and a fever, two visits to the doctor, x-rays, blood tests, a trip to the emergency room, and a two-night stay in the hospital.
Little One was sprung last night. He was so happy to be outside after being sequestered in isolation. So happy to breath outdoor air, to run, and to see our unmasked faces. He's home now, sleeping.
He had: Respiratory Syncytial Virus (RSV), which lead to pneumonia, neutropenia, and hypoxemia (low blood oxygen). Most of this is not very serious in an otherwise healthy person. But the Little One was eleven weeks premature which places him at high-risk for respiratory issues.
He should be on the mend now, but he's still highly contagious so I'm back on Grandma duty since daycare is out of the question. I'm wearing a medical face mask when I'm in close proximity to keep us both healthy. He has a prescription, which seems to be working.
He had very good care at the hospital. But we're all happy he's home.