Max's Hospital Stay

"God heals. And the Dr. takes the fees." -Ben Franklin

Here is the story on how Max got admitted to the hospital last Wednesday. Tuesday I brought him in to see the Dr. for cold like symptoms, which was concerning mostly because Noah was recovering from what they thought was pneumonia. The Dr. thought it was just a cold and besides the issue with the umbilical cord, it was an uneventful trip. That night Max seemed to get worse. By morning I was hovering over him with my stethoscope, trying to differentiate between a stuffy nose and a wheezing baby - very hard to do. But my gut told me something wasn't right and this wasn't just a cold. Even though we were just at the Dr. less than 24 hours ago, I brought him back in.  And that is the biggest lesson I can share from this. It has nothing to do with me being a nurse and everything to do with me being a mom. When a mom's gut feeling is something isn't right, it probably isn't. By the time the Dr. reexamined Max, he was retracting - pulling in his ribcage in an effort to take a breath. He was in respiratory distress. We went to the ER and they were very concerned with his breathing, which was the scariest moment of it all. But somehow I knew Max was going to be ok. Maybe it was all he overcame to come into this world. Or maybe it was because I didn't want to consider any other option. After several breathing treatments, oxygen, and an IV he was stable enough to be transfered to a room and monitored. He was diagnosed with RSV, an infection of the lungs and breathing passages. He responded well to the treatment and was able to go home after 4 days. We are so grateful...for the great Drs and nurses that took care of us, for my parents for taking in Noah, for all our family and friends for their prayers. Also thankful that we are no longer sleeping on chairs that convert to beds - never a good combination. Thankful most of all that Max is healthy and we are all back at home as a family.