His breathing today started getting a bit wheezy, so The Husband suggested I take him into the doctor. As the doctor listened to his breathing, he detected what he thought could possibly be pneumonia (gasp! what??) and sent us to the radiologist for x-rays. While there, my mom called because she had seen on the news about a plane crash here in Austin. I had been holding up fine, but, of course, when I talked to my mom, I started crying from worry. She reassured me, having dealt with pneumonia in 4 of her own children. So, we got the results by late afternoon and, thank goodness, it wasn't pneumonia, but that's when the doctor made the diagnosis of RSV due to the inflammation in his lungs and bronchial tubes.
Unfortunately, you can't do much for RSV but wait it out. So, he prescribed Albuterol and a nebulizer in case TG's coughing and wheezing become too much. And instructed to keep an eye on his breathing and to take him to the hospital if it becomes distressed, since RSV can turn into pneumonia in small children and old people. So, we also picked up some BabyRub from the local Wal-Mart and spent the evening worrying. Hopefully his immune system will prove to be somewhere as close to bad ass as his sister's was at his age and he'll recover quickly. Poor little baby!!
