Poor Mr. Mitchell had a rough weekend. He started out with croup last Tuesday night. He had the typical "seal bark" at night. His cough changed over the next few days and then on Thursday I noticed that his breathing had become very fast and laboured. I took him to the ER and the chest x-ray showed pneumonia, 1 spot on each lung. When we were in emerg they gave him Ventolin through a nebulizer and we both cried through his first treatment. He was so upset and didn't want to be restrained but fatigue finally overtook him, we both stopped crying, and he crashed for a while. The device that they put babies in to take x-rays look like a torture machine. I understand that they need to keep them still or else they wouldn't be able to take the x-ray, but man, it looked pretty barbaric.
He was admitted that night and put on oxygen, IV fluids and antibiotics. It was so hard to see him sick, I wished I could trade spots with him. The resident doctor said to me that he wasn't terrible, but he was a pretty sick boy. Thursday night and Friday were rough for him but by Saturday he was starting to improve. He got rid of his fevers and oxygen and started to seem a little more like himself. He was smiling and goofing around a bit. He started to eat a little and drink some milk which was good because those were the final conditions to him being sent home.
These pictures were from Saturday when he was starting to feel better.



He was admitted to the same ward as Gail (my sister) works on and she just happened to be working on the weekend. It was nice to have a familiar face around and give us the inside scoop on things. I think she also jumped a few notches on Mitchell's favorite list because she brought him strawberries and grapes!
He was discharged on Sunday and we were curious to see how Maggie and Casey would react to him coming home. They looked at him, smiled a bit and then resumed playing. It didn't take too long for the boys to start fighting over toys again so we knew things were starting to get back to normal. The doctor who released us said that we should try to keep Mitchell's toys separate...obviously she hasn't been in a house with 3 1 year olds because that is just not possible (unless she would have then offered to keep Mitchell until he's not contagious anymore). I fed them from the same bowl and spoon a few hours before we went to the hospital and they were sharing soothies as well. So far Maggie and Casey have been fine and hopefully they stay that way.
My parents and Daniel's parents both came for a couple of days to stay with Maggie and Casey while I stayed at the hospital with Mitchell and Daniel was back and forth. Thank you guys so much! Casey, Maggie and Mitchell were saying goodbye to Grandma...

So we will cancel our playdates and have a pretty quiet week. Daniel leaves to Ontario tonight for the week so hopefully everyone stays healthy.
Although Mitchell was by no means the sickest baby on the ward, it was so hard to see him sick. We never want to go through that again and have one of our babies back in the hospital. This is a important reminder for us that although our babies are not tiny newborns anymore, they are still at an increased risk of catching illnesses (life threatening and non-life threatening) because they were premature.