We had to call it. Time to say uncle. Four days of antibiotics and alternating Tylenol and ibuprofen wasn’t cutting Fin’s fever. He needed fluids, rest, and extra help. We took him to the hospital yesterday in the morning.
I’m glad we did. He has pneumonia. Making the decision was hard, but it was also a relief. Stubbornly insisting we could do this ourselves wasn’t helping anyone. Right now, he’s riding the hospital vent and clearly feeling better, although he’s fine for a few minutes, then pissed off for a few more. Poor kid.
The hardest thing was getting the IV. That’s never a fun show. The next hardest was using the bathroom. This is the first trip to the hospital since he’s been potty trained, so he’s having some stress about that. And my friend brought us some serious burritos for lunch, so the bathroom down the hall got an unexpected workout.
Time to shower and get coffee. The girls want to see their brother. It’s no fun waking up in the house and knowing he’s not in his own bed.