This week Max started sneezing on Monday, so we were watching him to see if he would get sick. We woke on Christmas Eve to him coughing and so we knew he was sick, but were taking his temperature constantly. He only got a fever up to 99.7 and Tylenol took care of that. We also put baby Vicks on his feet and Andy ran out to purchase a humidifier for his room. We were watching him carefully because the last thing we want to do is spend Christmas in the hospital.
We woke on Christmas morning to the big man crying, but it was hard to hear since he lost his voice. He sounded absolutely awful. Now this mommy was feeling horrible as I just wanted to take his sickness away, but obviously there was not much I could do since it was obviously just a cold. As the day went on he just kept sounding awful, but you would never know it because he was laughing and smiling through all of his coughing and sneezing. He was his normal self and that was another reason why I was not too worried about him. I feel more bad for him than anything as I hated to see him so sick. We had plans to go to the Seifert's that afternoon but I called and canceled. I know we sounded like worried first time parents for canceling on the Seifert's, but we thought it was best to keep him home so he could sleep and rest. Needless to say, Christmas was kind of a bummer in this house this year.
The next morning we decided to call the doctor just to see if they want to see him since they kept stressing how he cannot get him sick this year. I gave them the run down on him and the nurse said they wanted to see him due to his premie status. She said that if he was a full term baby they would not want to see him at all since his fever never got over 99.7, so Andy took him in. They looked him over and said he looked pretty good for a sick premie. They just told us to continue to monitor his temperature and make sure he continues to breath normally because a very congested baby like that can start to have problems breathing and can stop breathing all together.
After all of this the big man got me sick. It was inevitable since I do nurse him and he is constantly hacking and sneezing in my face as I burp him. I feel awful! I am just glad the big man is handling his first sickness pretty well. I feel as though he is a better sick patient than I. Through this whole thing he has been pretty happy, chatty, laughing and giggling like his normal self.
Here he is in the waiting room ready to see the doctor holding his blanky in one hand and one of his favorite toys in the other hand.
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