Just heard back from the doctor and Finn's RSV (Respiratory Syncytial Virus) test thankfully came back negative! Yay! But I'm getting ahead of myself.
We took Finn to the doctor today for his labored breathing. They said that usually if you have troubles breathing in, it is croup and troubles breathing out, it can be RSV. Well, he was doing both on and off at the appointment. The doctor really didn't know what to do with him but could tell something was wrong. He was breathing about twice as fast as he should be and it was pretty shallow breathing. They decided to use the nebulizer to see if that helped. Nope, not at all. So she decided to test him for RSV and give him a dose of steroids. Have you seen a child tested for RSV? Yuck. They poor saline into the nose and suck whatever is in there out! Gross. And of course, Finn hated it. But he was in one of those moods that he hated everything that involved a nurse or doctor. He loved looking outside, playing on daddy's lap and playing in the sink. Yup, kept him busy for a long time (Jim has pictures on his phone!). Well, like I said, the RSV test is negative. They send it in for a culture, but by the time that comes back, if it is RSV, he will be over it. The doctor said to just give him tylenol and/or mortin as needed and be watchful, especially through the night tonight. She is going to call back tomorrow to check up on him and discuss his symptoms. So, for now, I guess we'll just see.
Finn sounds absolutely terrible at times, depends how deeply he is breathing. But he is pretty happy and even played with his toys when we got home. Oh, the best part of the doctor visit (if there can be one, right?)...Finn fell asleep on my chest while we were waiting for the steroids to arrive from the pharmacy and be administered! He NEVER does that and I just soaked it in. It was a great "mom moment" for me.
Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.