Sick Boy

Mason has pneumonia.

After his 104 degree fever on Saturday night, he kept up with a 100-101 degree temp on Sunday and Monday. Yesterday he had no fever during the day so I thought the worst was over, but last night he was back up to 102.8.

This morning I called and got him a 10:15 appointment with Dr. W. (I know Mason's sick when he tells me, "I'm sick. I need to go see the doctor.")

Sure enough, Dr. W. listens to his lungs (after me having Mason practice his yoga breathing I taught him the other night, that really came in handy today) and he said he's got pneumonia.

He's on antibiotics and if he's not "remarkably" better by Friday morning he'll need a chest x-ray.

I admit I'm a little nervous because Dr. W was rather *serious* today. And one of my favorite things about him is that he doesn't make a mountain out of a molehill, so if he says you're child is rather sick, you can bet he is. I can't tell you how many times I go in with a sick child and he tells me it's viral and will clear up in x number of days (he's usually eerily accrucate in the recover time also). This is also why I was trying to wait it out, especially after the fever was gone all day yesterday. Now I feel really bad. But Colleen (his really wonderful nurse) assured me there was no way I could have known and that he would have ended up with it anyway.

All the same, you're not a mother if you don't have guilt about some thing or another.