Pneumonia

2.0 had a great summer.  He had to be in an environment that had relatively low heat and humidity during the horribly hot days, but he didn't have an asthma attack.  He had no breathing issues of any kind.  I was rather happy and hoping maybe we were turning a corner.

About two days before we left to go up north to Nate's grandfather's cabin, the wheezing started again.  2.0 had trouble sleeping at night.  The nebulizer came back out of retirement.  We were giving him two to three albuterol treatments a day plus one treatment of Pulmicort in the morning.  I thought it might be the change in the weather.  When we got up to the cabin, it was very cold and 2.0 would have trouble breathing if he was out in it for too long.  So we kept him wrapped up and warm and it started to pass.  Maybe just a cold or an allergic reaction to whatever pollen is in the air at this time of year.

When we got home, 2.0's breathing was better.  He didn't need a breathing treatment after we got home for a little while.

Tuesday night was when the fever came.  It wasn't high, just 101 degrees.  The pediatrician doesn't start to worry until he gets to 102.  Wednesday morning, 2.0 was having trouble breathing and his albuterol was still in Wisconsin.

After the fever and the relentless wheezing, followed by a crackling sound in his right lung, 2.0 was diagnosed with pneumonia.

I've had pneumonia before.  I remember having walking pneumonia when I was in middle school.  It wasn't fun and it lasted a long time.  Thankfully, we caught it early for 2.0 and he's now receiving strong antibiotics and steroids to keep his lungs open.  His cough is less and he's eating, drinking water, and sleeping better.  He hasn't had another fever since Wednesday night.

It's scary when your child is that sick.  Kids end up in the hospital for pneumonia.  But my little boy is turning the corner once again.  At least I hope so anyway.