the education of henry

Sick of Being Sick

2012-01-29

My first week of being one was awful.

On Monday, I didn't feel so good.

On Tuesday, I had a fever. I also had my one-year check up with the doctor and I got three shots and my blood drawn. Ouch!

On Wednesday, I went to the emergency room because my temperature was high, I was coughing and not eating or drinking, and crying all the time. I had some more blood drawn and an x-ray. Turns out I had a fever, an ear infection, pneumonia, and I was dehydrated. The nice doctor gave me another shot, and squirted some medicine in my mouth. I was feeling and looking much better, so Mommy and Daddy took me home.

On Thursday, Grandma Gail came to help Mommy and Daddy keep an eye on me. I was doing okay in the morning, but by afternoon I was feeling awful again, and I still wasn't eating or drinking. We went back to the emergency room. And then I was admitted to the hospital.

On Friday, very early in the morning, I had an IV put in. And a few hours later a nurse messed it up and I had to have another IV put in. That was not fun. Not fun at all. I didn't sleep much. Grandma Wynne and Grandpa Al came to see me. And so did Auntie Kara. I wasn't in much of a mood to play, though. Mommy, Grandma Gail, Grandma Wynne, and Auntie Kara all took shifts watching me (Grandpa Al stayed with Duke).

Daddy finally got me to go to sleep.

My hospital bed and my IV pump. Gyro kept me company.

On Saturday, I started getting better: I had another blood test that came out all good; another x-ray showed my lungs were clear of the pneumonia; and I started eating and drinking again. More importantly, the doctor said I could go home (but that wasn't until the end of the day).

Crazy hair after my longest stretch of sleep all week.

Playing with my new toy Auntie Kara brought for me.

Here's a shot of my IV - wrapped up tight so I wouldn't knock it out of my leg.

Daddy showing me how to hold the hammer that came with my toy.

On Sunday, I woke up feeling really good after sleeping for almost twelve hours. I ate some breakfast, then Grandma Wynne came to visit.

"Spit happens." Spit has been happening to me all week....

Playing with Grandma Wynne.

Taking advantage of Duke being gone to crawl everywhere in the house.

They day went by really fast and I was ready to go to bed by 6:30.

Just so no one worries, I am getting better by the hour. My voice is still a little raspy from all the screaming and crying I did when the doctors and nurses were trying to get medicine or needles into me. Once we got home I felt so much better. And I am so glad to have the IV out of my leg.

Let's all hope next week will be easier. Take care, everyone!