This morning I noticed he could push it out with his tongue. So before naps I just happened to snap this picture.
When he woke up from naps, some 3 hours later, he padded out to me, and said, Mommy I can't find my tooth. He was concerned, but not freaked out. And really, we couldn't have handled another freak out. We went and checked his bedding and the tooth had fallen out while we slept.
Surprise! Big boy lost his tooth.
Somewhere around here I have a little tooth pillow, but I have no idea where it is. I remember saving it when we were cleaning out his closet...at least I think I did. But I can't find it. I checked the old house, the new playroom, even started digging in the boxes of Sam's stuff that have been occupying the loft. No luck. I loaned Chris one of my jewelry sachets.
He was pretty excited. I just wish he wasn't sick.
Yes, he has been home sick the last two days. Yesterday morning, he woke up and crawled into bed with me, and told me his tummy hurt. I thought maybe he was hungry. But he didn't want to eat much beyond a small bit of bagel. Then we argued about getting dressed. He didn't want to. We tried fighting, then I thought he might calm down watching tv. He did. For a while. He would alternate between tv contentment and freaking out because he suddenly realized he hadn't gone to school. But I'd tell him to get dressed and he didn't. And when he started melting down big time at 10:30, I told him to take a nap. He fought me. I literally carried him to his bed, tossed him up there, and he screamed for 5 minutes and fell fast asleep. For 2 1/2 hours.
When he woke up he had a fever of 99.5. Way to go Mommy. I was iffy keeping him home from school because he was acting funny, but turned out to be a good call. He was a mess for the rest of the day, didn't want to eat, but fever went down with drugs.
We put him to bed for the night, but he was up, coughing, fussing. He was burning up. I didn't take his temp, I just gave him drugs. I know he loves sleeping on the top bunk, but when I need to hold him or snuggle, it's awfully hard to reach him. I went in and told him if he wanted he could come sleep with me. About 20 minutes later, he did. And he kicked and coughed on me all night. He kept grabbing my cool hands, and putting them on his head, face, back. It was so sad.
Come morning, I knew he wasn't going to school, but when I told him he flipped out, running for Daddy. But he got to the stairs, weakly croaking Daddy. Then he started to hyperventilate. Like asthmatic panic attack. It scared me. So the minute Dr. C opened up I ran Chris over there. Of course, he calmed down and was breathing pretty normally by the time we got there. But they still diagnosed him with Croup. That telltale seal bark cough, and he had a fever of 101. But Chris also had a chunky gunk cough follow up to the croupy cough. So he prescribed Prednisone and Azithromax (z-pak) antibiotic. Not sure if the drugs have helped yet. We'll see.
Tell you what though, I feel less like I'm losing my baby, sure, he lost his first tooth, a big sign of growing up, but I'm not too sad, because I got to have him snuggle by my side all day.
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