I'm not going to lie, it was touch and go there for a while. This weekend was rough. In fact rough almost doesn't cover it.
Saturday I finally threw in the towel in being able to handle this whole sick fiasco on my own and took Preston down to Urgent Care. Someone there had to be able to tell me what to do to make things better.
Preston doesn't particularly care for the Doctor when he feels just fine, so I'm sure you can just imagine how much he loves the Doctor when he's been running a fever for roughly two and a half days. It was not pretty people. There were tears. There was screaming. Flailing about was even involved. Preston was attempting to jump back and forth between my lap and Brad's based on who the Doctor was closest too.
After the Doctor realized things weren't going to get a whole lot easier than this, he took a step back to talk to us. Or as I now like to think of it, feel us out.
It started with, "Is he prone to ear infections?" Is it awful that when he said those words I breathed a great big ole sigh of relief because he must have been acting this way because he had an ear infection and it can be cured. Only to be followed with that he actually doesn't have an ear infection but the Doctor needs a reason to prescribe me antibiotics. This was left open-ended like the Doc was waiting to see how we felt about giving Preston antibiotics.
Hmmm, let me think that one through. If it will make him better, we will do and take anything. Just sayin'.
At this point I was practically pumping my fist in the air at finally having found a Doctor who will prescribe us something so that we don't have to deal with Mr. Sick Preston and so that Preston doesn't have to feel like crap "while it runs it's course".
Preston ended up with a diagnosis of Bronchitis after we explained his cough and response to said cough to the kind Doctor with the prescription power. He said that it was either Bronchitis or early Pneumonia. Which would typically require an x-ray for a full diagnosis, but with Preston response to having his ears checked and a stethoscope used this probably wouldn't be a fun process. Luckily for us, the medicine he sent us on our way to pick up will deal with both, so we'll just go ahead and skip that little x-ray machine for now.
Day One of antibiotics got rid of the fever. And Day two brought back signs of a child that I regognized. Today, day three, Preston is well on his way to a full recovery.
He's still not completely back, but he's getting there. The cough doesn't sound quite so awful. The fever has remained gone. He's willing to play. And argue. But he's also learned over the course of the last few days how to use the sickness to his advantage. This is a very bad thing. One that we will be working on once he's fully recovered. No way am I dealing with the temper tantrums and the sickness. I know how to choose my battles.
Hopefully my bouncing off the walls, never sits still little boy will be back and raring to go in the next couple of days!