I just changed Noah’s saline bag in the middle of the night, and as I was doing it, he woke up in daze and asked me,
“Are you sure you’re qualified to do this?”
Well, um, considering I’ve done changed bags to IV tubing and connected over a thousand times on myself, I’m not sure what more I’d need to do to become more qualified (I even wore gloves, wiped the IV entrance with an alcohol pad, etc—),
but Noah’s right in some ways—
It’s scary to do it on your own child—I must have checked ten times everything over before connecting it all back together, even though I could’ve probably done it in my sleep—
But it’s just not the same when you’re doing it for someone else—especially you’re own child—
Since I was up (I’m starting to get a bad headache—might be coming down with Noah’s flu 🤢),
so I decided it was best to keep the drip going on him, and I figured it was about done and i was right (there was less than 100c in the bag he had hanging). If Noah wasn’t so underweight I wouldn’t be so nervous, but because he’s so skinny I don’t want him to be without continuous fluids until he’s past the worst of the flu…
(It’s not dripping super fast, just 60cc/hour, but enough to keep him hydrated for sure—)
His cough was bad again tonight. It finally subsided after he felt asleep, but he couldn’t stop coughing. He insisted he didn’t want me in his room with him, so we compromised by keeping his door open, and I could hear his coughing from my bed.
Since he threw up the Tamiflu, Noah wanted to me to call a doctor and ask them about a different antiviral, but it was late Christmas Eve and I thought the worst was over and he just needs to ride it out now anyway. I told him he could take the Tamiflu again but just eat first this time, but you know Noah—no way he wanted to take it again—
So we had to have a little talk about when to bug your doctors//picking and choosing your battles. (I admit I’ve terrible about this myself sometimes :),
but Noah should learn from the mistakes I’ve made, and google sometimes is everyone’s friend 🙂