Sigh. I'm afraid that we have a sick little Timmy. Just when I thought we had kicked pneumonia to the curb, last night he started coughing and developed a fever. I hate that he isn't feeling well again, but I am definitely going to be proactive this round.
Timmy finished his
antibiotics last Friday. He was doing well and had returned to his
lively, mischievous self. After he had been so sick, hearing him giggle
and watching him explore and play was especially heartwarming this week.
We had a great week playing outside, and I was confident that the
pneumonia was a thing of the past.
I guess the antibiotics
didn't fully kill the pneumonia invaders. While I thought he was fully
recovered, it turns out that the enemy infection was lying in wait and
regrouping their battle plan. My little Hamlet melted before my eyes,
morphing from a happy little toddler into a sick and sweaty mess.
we're going to the doctor, where I expect he will be prescribed a
different antibiotic. With all of the concerns about antibiotic overuse,
I hate having him relying upon them. However, his exposure to
antibiotics has been limited to a small handful of occasions and this is
infection definitely warrants the prescription. Hopefully he will
rebound quickly, and that he will be feeling better by the end of the
weekend. In the meantime, I guess I'll be on the couch watching a lot of
Zack and Quack and Paw Patrol during the next few days.