Here is a phrase you never want to have to Google: pregnancy and pneumonia, especially not when you are 37 weeks pregnant!
Last weekend Porter woke up in the night with a terrible barking cough and fever – we didn’t worry too much about it initially and figured he had a bug that was going around, crossed our fingers and said our prayers that Jamie and I didn’t pick up whatever he was fighting, but as valiantly as I tried, the sickness took a hold of me as well. I’m a bit more of the ‘wait and see’ mentality but by Thursday as I looked at Porter slumped in the rocking chair with yet another fever and watery eyes, enough was enough and off to the doctor we went.
After looking over the little man, I was surprised to hear the doctor say she wanted to order chest x rays to rule out pneumonia. Pneumonia?! That wasn’t even on my radar! And after looking at me she said she’d order an antibiotic for him regardless since I am so close to delivery and recommended that I call my doctor and ask for one as well.
So off to the hospital we waddled. I tried to explain to Porter that he was going to have a picture taken of his insides, like ‘Say Cheese’ but for his bones, but it didn’t make the experience any less traumatic. I couldn’t be in the room with him since I’m a bit pregnant, but am proud to know that in a dark room with strangers taking his shirt off that my boy will scream like there’s no tomorrow.
We got the phone call at 5:45; it is a mild case of pneumonia in his right lung. Unbelievable. The pediatrician then tries to warn me to limit my exposure to his germs and not kiss or share drinks….too late. I’ve been sleeping next to the little petri dish for the past six nights, breathing, coughing, snuggling and I was growing sicker by the minute and with each passing minute, closer to delivery.
I’ve spent the past couple of days doing the math…if Porter was eight days early and she is due on the twenty first, how many potential healthy days might I have before she’s born, if any? I’ve heard horror stories of women who’ve been sick and in labor and had foolishly assumed that having a baby in April I wouldn’t have to worry about that.
So I find myself now in a minority of women who want to stay pregnant…even, dare I say, past my due date. I’m not ready. It could take a bit to regain my strength from this, the house is a disaster and I have sick toddler who is attached to me at the hip and oh did I mention this morning I woke up WITHOUT A VOICE! Laryngitis on top of everything else?! By noon I was fed up trying to talk with Jamie so I pulled out my iphone and of course, they have an app for that! I downloaded ‘Type n Talk’ and cannot express to you enough the hilarity that will ensue if you do the same…really even with a fully functional voice – with the right group of people you will laugh-cry messing with this program!
So here it is, week 37, I realize that tomorrow marks the official week 38, but better late than never right?
Also, we cannot express how much your well wishes, thoughts and prayers have meant to us during this past week. I am touched and overwhelmed by the people who have reached out whether it is through prayer or through soup and popsicles, it means the world to us – Thank You!!!