Remember a few weeks ago when
I dragged Savannah around down town with a 103 degree fever? Well the following week she developed a cough. In our house, coughing is like breakfast...if there isn't any, something weird is going on. So we started the inhaler and moved on. But the coughing got worse, and worse, and worse. She was exhausted by the end of every day and had a right to be, the bouts were long and frequent. But Gray coughs last for weeks on end so I kept sending her to school....and gymnastics.
Friday afternoon, she had a fever and was worn out (maybe from all the gymnastics). So Saturday we went to the doctor. No sounds in the lungs, oxygen levels fine. Okay, no worries. So she
played with her siblings rested for the rest of the day and stayed home from church Sunday (with poor ear infected Nathan).
By Sunday afternoon she was running around with her cousins. So Monday morning, I felt like my 5-year-old had pulled one over on me and I sent her off to school, wallowing in tears. Monday afternoon she wanted to play with friends so I was confident I'd made the right decision sending her to school. But by the time the friend came she was asleep on the couch and later that night the fever was back.
I had just taken her to the doctor.
I have spent hundreds of dollars in false-alarm doctor visits.
But, Nathan had his two-year check-up Tuesday so I dragged Savannah along, really embarrassed that I was taking her twice in three days. I think I mentioned that I was sure I was overreacting to the receptionist, the nurse, and the doctor....just to preempt them from thinking it first.
She had walking pneumonia.
They gave her the double round of antibiotics.
Yup....I've got that mother's intuition down.
Thankfully after 24 hours on the antibiotics I feel like I've got my sweet girl back that I haven't seen in weeks. I know there are many very good reasons to limit the use of antibiotics....but I sure am grateful for them.