Infant Medication

Since the day he was born, my son has spent alot of time in the hospital emergency room, usually with something to do with his breathing.  Every time, we were told some variation of “his lungs are still developing” or “it’s a viral infection, we can’t do anything, go home and wait it out”.

At one point in this series of visits, we happened to see an actual pediatrician who happened to be working that night.  He was concerned enough to book us a follow-up visit at his office.  This time, after much poking and prodding, we were told that he has an underdeveloped trachea, which is apparently not uncommon, although very scary when he coughs until he can’t draw breath.

At that time, he also booked a follow-up to the follow-up.  This took place earlier this week.

Now, we have appointments with an ENT¹ specialist and a cardiologist.  In the meantime, he’s now on a puffer twice a day and nose drops once a day, which in a roundabout way leads to the title of this post.

One of the hardest things for a parent to do is deliberately do something that makes their baby cry.  We now have to do that three times a day – a puffer mask at 8 AM and PM, and nose drops at noon.  He’s gotten used to them now, he doesn’t cry but he still fights having the mask on for 5 breaths.  I hope that I won’t have to do it after the next follow-up, but I think he’s going to have asthma.

On a brighter note, he’s standing himself up (with support) most days, babbling up a storm, and crawling absolutely everywhere.  And everywhere he goes, he studies absolutely everything that he can.  My future geek