This week has been a doozy around our house :/
It all started last weekend. I worked my
little big pregnant tooshie off doing chores around this house (ie: cleaning, scrubbing baseboards, laundry, furniture painting, etc), trying to get everything done before my husband came home from a short weekend trip. It was like I turned Amish--trying to get every last detail taken care of so that I wouldn't have to unnecessarily lift a finger on our family day (Sunday!). Well, mission accomplished. Only Alan came home from his Nascar trip with some sort of stomach bug. Figures. He was laid up in bed for about 24-hours, so our fun family day was non-existent.
After his recovery we knew we had Tuesday coming, which was a day we'd looked forward to for quite some time. We had our big 32 week anatomy scan with Wade's doctor, meaning we got to spend a considerable amount of time spying on him in my belly. Didn't go as planned. During the ultrasound, things got considerably awkward as he scanned Wade's belly and associated organs. The doctor was spending a long amount of time in silence, obviously focusing on something in the belly cavity. Without even finishing scanning the remaining organs, he abruptly ended our ultrasound stating, "the baby has an enlarged liver." He quickly picked up my chart and asked us to follow him to the front desk. He scheduled us for another scan at the imaging center for the following morning and told us to immediately report to his office afterwards. Hellllllllooooo? That was it. No explanation for all this madness. Nothing. We were two very freaked out, worried parents!
During a discussion at lunch, we decided we would sit down together that afternoon and do a little internet research. We realized that there is always plenty of false information on the internet, but we figured we were 'medical' enough to decipher the good from the bad information.
Well, our search didn't lead us to one final conclusion. We found many things associated with fetal liver enlargement---none of them pleasant. We opted to keep this information to ourselves, because we didn't want to scare the bejeezus out of our family, especially since we truly had no idea what was going on. We had plenty of scenarios going through our heads, though.
Our household turned into the House of Prayer for the next 18ish hours. We prayed alone, together, with Cale, with Bentley...... We wanted our sweet little Wade to be healthy!!
Morning came and we ventured to the imaging center for our scan, then onto the doctor's office for the verdict. Of course he was out at the hospital doing a delivery, so the nurse was able to get our reading from the radiologist. Everything looked great on that ultrasound, and they measured Wade to be 4 pounds, 4 ounces. PRAISE JESUS! We were on cloud nine with that news! We are still rejoicing for the life of our healthy, sweet, unborn baby boy! :)
Fast forward another 18ish hours to Thursday morning (this morning). We woke up at 5:30am to Cale coughing in his crib--the same child that was his normal, smily, crazy, happy, playful self the evening before. When I went in to comfort him, I noticed he was burning up. Poor little dude. As the day progressed he went downhill quickly. He wouldn't even leave my lap. He was pitiful. I couldn't get his fever to break below 101.4. He was just lethargic, whiny, and moaning :( We got into the doctor this afternoon, and my poor little guy has croup. He spent the entire rest of the day in my arms, and I finally got his fever to break by 6pm. He was a fever-ish mess by bedtime again, though.
I've been trying to rest while he is actually resting in his bed, which might be anywhere from twenty minutes to one hour, but a bowl of cereal is taking precedence on this specific occasion ;)
Needless to say, I'm ready to put this week behind us and have all my boys 100% healthy!