Murphy's Law, or Embracing Superstition

I knew it.....I knew it! Remember last post when I said all that jazz about not being superstitious and how relieved I was Jackson didn't seem to be showing signs of coming down with the nasty virus that has kind of kicked the rest of our butts??? You do? Then you won't be at all surprised to hear that he's now in full-on mucus mayhem. Nose like a faucet, red, teary eyes, constant cough, whiny (mostly because of frequent nose wiping), clingy, tired, and low appetite.


I am not freaking out. Part of me wants to set my hair on fire and run screaming through the streets, A very, very, small part. But the rest of me, the sane and smarter vast majority of me, is taking a more strategic approach. Breathing treatments every four hours, lots of airway clearance, lots of fluids. Keep an eye out for retractions, keep an ear on the stethoscope. Trust your instincts and hope it runs it's course. The snot coming from the drippy little nose is all clear, which is a good sign, and he's still feeling playful and eating regularly, if not as much. As long as these things don't change, we will let the virus do what viruses do and let his body fight it. Should anything change, the first call is to the clinic nurse, and the second is to our social worker.

Wish us luck!