It's been a long week. I went to visit my mom in Lynchburg when Quentin decided to get sick. He was having fevers, coughs, sneezes and crankiness. Friday morning he woke up coughing like a woman who has been smoking for 40 years. And he was having a hard time catching his breath. When Michael arrived Saturday we decided to take him to the ER. He looked and sound miserable, and by then it was a struggle to get him to eat. Well Quentin has Bronchiolitis, or RSV. Poor babe! He's on Tylenol and now he's getting Pedilite. He's not eating as much and I don't blame him. I can tell his throat hurts. We're back home THANK GOD. We are only getting a few hours of sleep, but it feels good to be in our beds again. So this household is tired and cranky!
Still love this crusty baby, even if I'm going slow insane from no sleep.