Our fears were realized. After Truman's symptoms continued, we took him to the pediatrician yesterday and tests showed he was negative for RSV (thank God), but positive for the flu. We were shocked. "How could he have gotten that? We live such a reclusive life now!" Every decision we make is based on keeping Truman out of the hospital. Of course, when we do go out, it's to doctor's offices, and doctors tell us the flu is especially rampant this season. The only thing to do when someone with Truman's history gets the flu? Go to the hospital. So, to the hospital we went with absolutely no clue as to how long we would remain there. I should say, though, that as fine connoisseurs of area hospitals (this is our third different one), the accommodations here were nice!
Back in a hospital bed.
Back on oxygen.
Back to sleeping in chairs.
We did manage to have some fun, though, and took the opportunity to listen to Truman with a stethoscope when the doctors and nurses had left us alone. If you've never listened to someone.... go get a stethoscope! SO entertaining!
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