Archive | September, 2011

Continuing cough

30 Sep

I want to say more about baby’s development, but I feel like I do when speaking to a friend I haven’t spoken to in a while: I’m still in the broad strokes, things are good, everyone’s fine, etc. I want to be in the shorter strokes (wait, that doesn’t sound good, let’s leave the stroking metaphor), telling you about the fact that BB can turn individual pages of a book now, or that he’s developing preferences for stuff.

But C.R.E.A.M., right? Cough rules everything around me. Almost 2 weeks after the croup rocked our household to the core – ok, maybe not the core, and there was some rocking, but you get it man, you get it – baby still has a lingering cough. It’s sneaky though, he’ll be cool as morning dew for the whole day, and then in the middle of the night, bang, coughing spasms 5, 6 times a night. Seriously, is the kid smoking ciggies out back while we’re not looking?

Plus, the internet, man, the internet. You search for ‘lingering cough infant’ and the second item is this yahoo answers post. Dad: my kid has a lingering cough. Any ideas? Internet: cystic fibrosis or pneumonia. Wow. Wait, what? I imagine the next line is something like: Dad (after reading that his baby has life-threatening illness that is masking as a cough) leaves work, comes home to whisk baby off to the emergency room and possibly a life-saving bubble suit.

Anyhow, the cough lingers. We’re starting to get annoyed with this, though baby doesn’t seem to give two figs about the whole thing. He’s just pissed that it’s 5am, and we’re waiting, on principle, until 5:30am to get him out of his crib. He’s coughing, right? Can’t we hear that? The principle, by the way, is that it’s fucking early and we are tired, tired. Plus, since he wears his shoes & bar at night, he’s started banging that shit against the crib. Coughing and banging, banging and coughing. I think he knows that our room shares a wall with him, because he’s now banging the bar against that particular wall of the crib. Or else he’s tunneling, Sandhog style, out of the room somehow. One day, we’re going to look behind his Rita Hayworth poster, and he’ll be gone.


Damn, croup

19 Sep

After a lovely day at the food truck rally in Grand Army Plaza (more on this in a second), and a weekend where my brother came out from Madison to visit his newest nephew, we had something of a new parent scare last night. Baby was sick all weekend, but during the last couple days his breathing had become more labored, his cough more apparent. I was still in the ‘it’s just a cold, everything’s fine, don’t worry about anything, just chill out’ mode when baby mama called the doctor. This was last night at 9pm. After I had been sitting in his room, holding the pool little monster up to my chest to calm him and allow him some chance of breathing, for about 30-40 minutes. Doctor immediately said to go to the ER, babies that age should not be laboring to breath.

At the ER, it was actually rather efficient. Triage right away for pediatric ER, immediate diagnosis of croup, immediate administration of a steroid to ease the inflammation of his throat and vocal cords, followed by a nebulizer with saline. We were home by 10:30.

Anyhow, first trip to the ER, first high anxiety moment with the baby, first feeling of relief that baby wasn’t having a massive asthma attack or worse, nor anything chronic (though croup could be chronic, I guess, at least for a few years). Hopefully the croup will abate, and we’ll have our happy little baby back.

Oh, and the humidifier we closed into his room actually steamed up the entire room, there was actually a cloud in his bedroom. I think it was cumulus.

Back in the swing

7 Sep

Yesterday was my first day of class this academic year. It went a touch worse than I had expected, but only a touch. I am surprised to still be nervous on first days, and I am team-teaching this senior thesis seminar more than I’m used to. Anyhow, nothing super-special going on here, but it seems like I should mark the beginning of this year with something more than a word and a whisper.

So work may just be a bit of a letdown in comparison to a lovely lovely weekend away, for the Labor Day holiday. We went to a friend’s house in the country (in this case country being a relatively unscathed stretch of the Catskills). Hurricane Irene almost knocked our plans out, but the weather turned out to be really great. Ladderball was played, good food and drink was eaten and drunk. We played Beatles Rock Band. Long walks. BB cried for the entire car ride up and back, but was pretty good while we were there. And we got to spend good times with some fellow Brooklyn peoples as well as some good peeps from Philly.

In other words, we had a great weekend. Very civilized.