It’s that time of year. The cold weather means staying indoors, easily transmitting all the nasty little cootie bugs that the kids like to bring home from school with them. And believe me, my kids are germ magnets, so there is lots of happy germ breeding in the winter months.
Colds are common, but not a huge deal to me. A sniffle or two here and there, usually nothing too serious. Except that Noah, my little Stridor Prince, likes to turn cold viruses into scary, bouts of croup. Every. Single. Time.
Do you see where this post is going?
Poor Noah has croup. Again. Only this time, he decided to show symptoms in the day time, during regular business hours for the pediatrician and the pharmacy. The kids is losing his touch, what can I say?
We called the doctor’s office and they were even able to prescribe him oral steroids without an office visit. Awesome.
I should mention that our regular doctor is on maternity leave, so covering her is a doctor I not so lovingly dubbed Dr Dumbass, several years ago when we had the first displeasure of meeting him.
To make a long story short, we took Bella in for a wellness check when she was about four months old and was being exclusively breastfed. He decided that she wasn’t growing fast and chubby enough, so instead of suggesting ways to try and increase my milk supply or just be generally helpful, he informed me that breast milk isn’t always enough and some babies just need to be on formula.
Really? Breast milk isn’t enough? Instead, I need artificial milk…….? I won’t turn this post into a crazy breastfeeding rant, but when a pediatrician is too lazy and/or ignorant to encourage and support breastfeeding, they are doing a great disservice to both the parents and the children that they have taken an oath to protect.
Okay. Rant over.
Anyway, Dr Dumbass prescribed Noah’s oral steroids so we could nip the croup before it got serious. His directions were one lump dose of the medication, whereas when we go to urgent care or the ER for croup, they always have us split the dose, half in the morning and half at night. After Noah’s lump dose yesterday morning, he ended up getting sick. Now, it could have had nothing to do with the lump dose of the steroids, but since we’re talking about Dr Dumbass and since he was seemingly completely fine beforehand, I blame the doctor. The side effects did mention upset stomach, and Noah’s stomach was certainly not happy.
Happily, Noah seemed to recover pretty quickly, acting like his normal self within an hour or two. He has a slight cough and a little bit of a runny nose, but the bark is gone, so I am hoping that the croup has left the building.
Not long after going to bed last night, Bella was at our door.
I hate it when the kids come to the door in the middle of the night, it’s never good.
Sure enough, she had thrown up.
Now, I know I have mentioned before how freaked out and anxious I get when anyone even says they have a tummy ache. We have had great success with using 100% grape juice as a stomach bug preventative, especially for Bella who seems prone to the nasty virus. I hate to admit it, but we have been lax with it for the last week or so, and lo and behold, now she is sick. Coincidence? Maybe. I like to believe it works though. Now that we are out of it and I am scared to death of it spreading to other members of the family. o.O
I have read that apple cider vinegar can be used in place of grape juice, about a tsp-tbsp with 8oz of water. In my panic mode, you can bet I was choking down some good old ACV within an hour of her leaving our room. After liberally spraying everything I could imagine she may have touched or breathed on with her cooties.
Winter is kind of a sucky time for a germaphobe mama.