I thought, good, I still feel a little bad, but at least I will be better soon and at least I was proactive and went to the doctor so that I don't have to be sick too long. Plus, if I get better soon, I can still take care of Connor and ideally not get him sick in the process.
On Sunday morning however, my fever spiked to 103.5 and that just didn't seem normal after 24 hours of antibiotics, so I went back to the doctor on Sunday and they said, "Sorry, but it might just get worse before it gets better." So, I went back home and rested.
During the weekend, Jeff was amazing and he took over almost all of the Connor duties, allowing me to rest as much as possible, all the while, I was getting frustrated, because I still felt like I was getting worse, and I soooo worried I was going to get my 7 month old baby sick.
So then I thought on Sunday evening I was actually getting a bit better, mind you, now my ears hurt, my throat still kills, I still have a fever, and I'm coughing up green mucus (sorry for the detail), so I go to bed with a positive mindset. "I'm on my way to a smooth recovery." Nope, in the middle of the night, I wake up coughing so hard and so much, I can barely breath and rush to the bathroom to cough over my sink. It was awful. Of course I take my temperature and it's 102.7, so it's still not any better and this is with a steady regimen of tylenol and advil every 4 hours.
We realize at this point, we have to call for reinforcements since Jeff had to go back to work on Monday. So Monday morning first thing, we call my Mom and she drives in from College Station to help out. I figured she'd be with us for a day at the most, because SURELY these antibiotics have got to kill this "illness" eventually.
Monday...still not better. Tuesday...still not better. Wednesday...still not better, so I go back to the doctor. This time, I get a flu test, chest x-ray, blood work done, and a prescription for a new antibiotic, because we can all agree, the current one isn't working and my doctor is worried that I've had a fever going on 6 days. That's not good.
So the results come back and no flu (swine or regular, which is good because this is bacterial and treatable says my doctor), nothing wrong in my blood work, but unfortunately I do show slight signs of pneumonia on my chest x-ray.
So here's where we stand today. I have been taking a new antibiotic since Wednesday and I think it's actually working, because my throat, ears, and "mucus situation" seem to be improving, my fever is gone (halleluia), and the best news of all, I actually have a little bit of energy back.
I go back to the doctor on Monday to get checked out again, and if need be to get another chest x-ray, but I'm hoping the doctor is going to see as much improvement as I'm seeing and send me on my way without another x-ray.
I want to say thank you to both Jeff and my Mom, Connor's awesome Daddy and Grandma. I seriously couldn't have made it without both of you. I cannot remember the last time I've been this sick and to have a 7 month old at home, it just adds to the stress, worry and exhaustion.
So, now that we've covered that, here are some recent photos we've taken. (Don't worry, none are of me looking "lovely" in my recent uniform of sweat pants and greasy hair).
On Sunday, January 18, we drove downtown bright and early to watch the Chevron Houston Marathon and to cheer on Auntie Kendall who was running in the half-marathon.
Congratulations Kendall on a whopping 13.1 miles.
That afternoon was a beautiful day, so we did some work outside and Connor enjoyed chewing on some toys on a blanket in the grass.
I bought Connor some sun glasses, because with his blue eyes, he seems extra sensitive to the sun getting in them. Doesn't he look like one cool dude.
Unfortunately, the glasses were a little small for his big head (surprise, surprise), so he wore them more as an accessory. Now he looks like he's ready to go to the country club.
Connor was in good spirits and the lighting was good, so we had a little family photo shoot.
Hi!
He's in the middle of saying something important like, "Gah."
I'm a happy boy.
This one cracks me up. He'll chew on anything he can get in his mouth.
A close up of Mr. Cheeks.
Awww, how sweet.
Mommy and Connor snuggle time. I think I had just worked out in this picture. Man, I miss working out. Since my illness, it's been nearly two weeks since I've worked out.
Flying baby!
I love this!
We had some nice weather two weeks ago (it's since gotten really cold again), and so we went to the park. It's pretty clear that Jeff and I like the slides better than Connor at this point.
Hanging at the park. I love that we have probably 4 parks within walking distance of our house. Good old suburbs.
This is the only photo I have of grandma's visit. I think I was too sick to take any pictures.
Connor looking like a homie.
When Jeff was in charge of Connor last weekend, I guess he sat him in our flower bed while he did some yard work. Hmm. Well, he seems happy.
Jeff got a new pair of cowboy boots and wore them to work on Friday. They are as tall as Connor.
"Whoa Daddy, when I'm big, can I get a pair of these? For now, can I just chew on them?"
Connor found a new place to sit. Ok, maybe that's just Jeff's belated Christmas grill. Sweet.
It was freezing out, but Jeff wanted to put the new grill into action last night.
A nice spread and a very nice grill.
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