My poor sick baby!!!!

After getting over his cold last week (or so I thought), Matthew ended up with a fever the other night and a cough. By 3 am on Thursday his temperature was 39.2 Celsius (just below 104 F for our American friends LOL), and by 6:30 am it was only down to 39.1 Celsius but was also accompanied by difficulty breathing. So we called Telehealth Ontario (a nervous Mom's best friend indeed!) and were told to take him to the emergency room. After a few tests, including a chest X-Ray which Matthew loudly objected to throughout the procedure, it was determined that he "might" have pneumonia; it was a little hard to read the X-Ray and they didn't want to put him through it again (or maybe themselves LOL) but they could see there was definitely something in his right lung that needed to be taken care of. So he's on antibiotics and fluids and Tylenol. His spirits are great; he's still running around the house roaring at the top of his lungs and engaging us in rounds of "chase chase Matthew", but I still feel terrible. I'm his Mommy and it's my job to make it all go away immediately and I can't do it! Sniff! But he's loving the extra cuddles and kisses from me so he's doing fine with this whole thing.

On a happier note and somewhat related, I was waiting for Telehealth to call me back last night (I had to call again) and was crying on my bed worrying about what is wrong with my little guy. He and Daddy are also on the bed running around and giggling and playing beside me. Matthew noticed me crying and stopped playing for a second, toddled over to me with a smile on his face, leaned down to look me in the eye and patted me on the back! Twice! I'm glad he's not disappointed in my "Dr. Mom" abilities like I am!