Nothing like a nasty viral infection for poor T to tell us to slow down our summer.
On Thursday, T started to complain of a sore throat.
By Friday, the sore throat was unbearable. We did a COVID test and it was negative. T woke up twice at night, crying his throat was hurting.
By Saturday, his voice was hoarse and he had a bark-like cough. He wanted to go biking, but came back within minutes, because he was out of breath.
By evening, he had a low fever and we did another COVID test. He said it hurt to breathe, and after consulting with the hubby’s mom, a retired nurse, the hubby took T to the ER.
“Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it”– Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift
After an X-ray, the doctor said he had croup.
I’ve never heard of this before, but researching it online confirms it is “a very contagious respiratory infection that… causes swelling of your child’s voice box (larynx) and windpipe (trachea), which leads to symptoms including a distinctive barking cough and raspy breathing. Croup is usually mild but symptoms can become severe and life-threatening.”
The doctor assured us T was ok and gave him a steroid to help reduce the swelling of his larynx.
They were in the ER for four hours, because the doctor wanted to monitor if the steroid was working and to rehydrate T so his low blood pressure could get back to normal.
The hubby texted me this photo of T passed out on the waiting area bed and it made me sad.
This kid can drive us batshit crazy, but we love him – and it’s heartbreaking when he’s unwell.
Although, as any parent of a child with FASD may tell you – or quietly admit to themselves – the peace and quiet is a nice unintended side effect! 😆
I stayed home, because one of our good friends came over for dinner, and the hubby kindly gave us alone time to catch up, even though our friend insisted we reschedule.
It’s nice when we get to catch up with friends – something we often don’t get to do as parents.
The night before, the hubby went out for dinner with colleagues, and I know he enjoyed the break from parenting.
The hubby and T got home from the ER after midnight and the hubby had a late dinner while I put T to bed.
It was a rare late night for me – I’m usually in bed by 9 – and we both quickly passed out and slept like a log.
This incident was scary and it taught us as parents that it’s better to be safe than sorry.
T is on the mend. He sounds like his voice has cracked, so I’m amused thinking this is what he’ll sound like as a teen in a few years.