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...of another "sick" visit

Taking your child to the doctor for well visits can be kind of fun. You get to see how much they weigh and how much they have grown and get answers to all those questions that have been burning in your mind, but weren't actually all that urgent for months, or even years. I guess that's more true of the visits in the first year. After that they get so spaced out that all you are really going there for is shots, and that's no fun for anyone involved.

But here we are, a few hours from another "sick" visit to the doctor, which are obviously not as fun. For me, that's not necessarily because the kid is sick, but more because if they are under a year all you are probably going to get is a "we can't really do anything for him" and a $25 co-pay. I've taken Abram in twice when he's had a virus and a low grade fever and both times left with nothing in regard to solutions. I realize they can't do anything to treat a virus, but I want some help in managing the symptoms, at least. Apparently children just can't be given anything if they are under a year that would help with cold symptoms. It's better when they are really little and you can do things like prop up their crib to help with drainage and suck out their snot without them doing ninja moves to get away. But at almost a year old, Abram has his 5th virus (man!) and we are headed to the doctor again.

I chose to call this time because we are starting week three of symptoms that are only getting worse. Namely the cough. I have it as well and it's annoying. It's particularly annoying for my baby who coughs so hard and so long every time he falls asleep that he throws up in his crib. I thought last night at 4 am was bad and then his morning "nap" happened. Normally about 1.5-2 hours, he was asleep for 15 minutes before he started hacking. A few seconds later I heard a very... wet... sound in the monitor. When I went in there I found (no exaggeration) 1/4 of his crib covered in his breakfast. I took a picture of it so that when Quinn came home and I told him about it, he would believe that I wasn't exaggerating. Sometimes I think that he thinks that I exaggerate... and sometimes I do... so maybe it's ok that he thinks that. But there are no puffed up details in this story.

Anyway, I am really hoping now that he is regularly loosing both sleep and food because of this never ending mucus and cough, and he is two weeks shy of one year old, there might be something they will let me do to help manage the symptoms.

I am in my own fun boat of untreatable symptoms, as I was told during our last sickness a few weeks ago that all I am allowed to take is Benedryl. Which does wonders for knocking me out, but not much for my cough. Maybe now that I am officially in the second trimester, I can ask my doctor again. Hopefully Abram and I will be medicated and sleeping like little angels before we know it.

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