As I shared last week, we recently experienced the Worst Week Ever. From barf to falls to barks, we just couldn’t get it together. I was tired and my back hurt, but poor Evie suffered the worst.
Most of the week Evie had that deep “bark” or croupy-cough. She had a low-grade fever on and off which caused her to cling to me and hack all night long. She was like a roller coaster. She would be happy, running around, squealing and playing and then CRASH. She’d lay on me like a limp noodle, just nestled in, unmoving.
I was putting oils on her chest, back, and feet daily, often hourly. (R.C., Lemon and Breathe Again on her chest and Thieves on her feet.) I was also putting the eucalyptus chest rub on her feet, layered over the Thieves. Each day she was getting better. The cough was breaking up, but it was still there.
We were headed to Omaha for the weekend and would be seeing my grandma, so I wanted to be sure Evie wouldn’t pass anything along to her. I took her to her doctor to have her checked out.
Her ears and throat were fine, just a little red from all the hacking, and he could certainly hear the rumble in her chest and throat. They did a finger prick to determine if it was a virus or bacteria. While Evie screamed, she chanted at the nurse, “tank you, tank you, tank you, all done, all done, ba-bye.” Cute, but not…. know what I mean? (Moms get it!)
Blood work showed a virus. We started going to this doctor because while he has a medical degree, he is open to natural options. He offered suggestions we were already doing (chest rub on her feet, sitting in a steamy bathroom, oils, patting her back, humidifier, etc.) …. and then he prescribed a steroid for her cough. I was uneasy and asked about the purpose, the necessity. He “non-responded” by saying you just don’t want it to become something else. I agreed, but still wasn’t sure a steroid was the answer for that.
We packed up, got in the car and I intended to drive home. I called Justin on the way to fill him in. He told me to fill the prescription “just in case.” Evie has never had a prescription and I really didn’t want to start now. I was so conflicted. We were a turn away from the pharmacy, so I agreed and headed that way. To have it on hand. “Just in case.”
Here we are below waiting…. not so patiently…. during the longest pharmacy trip ever! You know “that mom” at the store? The one who looks defeated, disheveled, exhausted and ready to snap? Yep – that was me. We were not at our best. Clearly. (Poor Finn!)
The pharmacist instructed us to wait for the first dose until the morning as it would keep her up at night. Little did I know what was to come…
The next morning (Friday), Justin gave her one dose. I hated it. Literally hated it.
We drove to Omaha. That afternoon, her nap was 45 minutes shorter than normal. When she woke up, she was fussy, unhappy, and irritable. She went down for bed well that night (actually pointing to her crib, shouting “nappy,”) but it was restless sleep. We were up often and nothing seemed to soothe her.
Saturday morning, against my better judgement, I gave her another dose of Prednisolone.
I left for my essential oils workshop and got home around 2p. My dad was outside when I pulled in the driveway with that look on his face. Evie was awake – still – and not happy. My regular 2-hour+ napper was down maybe 45 minutes. She was crying and fussy and seemingly very angry….
Please join me tomorrow morning for the rest of the story.