Ryan has pneumonia. While most of me thought that Ryan just had a cold, or perhaps bronchitis, a smaller part of me worried about the possibility of pneumonia, since I myself had it three years ago, and I distinctly remember the shallow, dry cough that got deeper and wetter. And then the fevers started, and after nearly a week of misery and plenty of bitching and whining on my part, and increasing chest tightness, I “shit or got off the pot” like Dan told me to do by going to the doctor, and getting an affirmative diagnosis plus meds. But since Ryan didn’t have a fever, all but that small nagging part of Mommy Jenn ruled out pneumonia. Well, the fever started this afternoon, a few hours after his doctor’s appointment and about two hours after his first doses of Amoxicillin and codeine cough syrup.
Dental surgery in the midst of pneumonia developing1. Mom of the Award can be bestowed upon yours truly. :/
- though in my defense, two nurses and the anesthesiologist cleared him for the surgery after listening to his cough and his lungs, so maybe I’m not an entirely shitty parent. ↩