Katie has been sick. Again.
She was up two nights in a row with a horrible cough, so I took her to the doctor this morning, thinking it would be another routine visit and that she had another one of her colds. Wrong. Neither one of us had any idea what we were in for.
The doctor listened to her cough and immediately ordered a chest X-ray.
When I heard they were going to do this, the first thing I wondered was how they were going to get her to lie still long enough to get a good shot. I found that out soon enough.
We took her back to the X-ray room and stripped her down to her diaper, and the X-ray tech showed ME how to hold her down to the table. I had to stand beside her, holding her feet it one hand and pinning her arms above her head with the other.
I felt like the meanest mommy in the world as she screamed and cried and tried to break free. All I could do was tell her how sorry I was while I smiled my biggest smile and tried to make her think something GOOD was happening. Yeah right.
The X-rays showed a touch of pneumonia – scary words for a mom to hear. But then it got worse.
“I don’t like that cough. Has she been around anyone with whooping cough?” the doctor asked.
Whooping cough! Seriously?
Inside my head, I was having a mini panic attack, picturing Katie in a crib at Children’s Hospital, while trying to seem as calm as possible on the outside. “Really? Is that what it sounds like?” I asked.
The doc said it did, so we had to test for it. This test was worse than the X-ray.
Basically, I had to hold her down on the table while they took what appeared to be a pipe cleaner, and stuck it far enough up her nose to touch her eye ball. Talk about a day of torture. Poor baby.
To top it all off, she has ANOTHER double ear infection, and we have now been referred to a specialist for that.
The doctor sent us home with two different antibiotics and two days to wait for the results of the Whooping cough test.
Hopefully, tomorrow is a better day.