Jackson is sick. Jackson is my grandson, almost two years old. the most pleasant, adorable little guy you could ever meet. but right now he is sick. pneumonia, something viral, croupy and droopy, sick. Its Christmas break so poppop and I had him here the day after Christmas so his mommy and daddy could go to work.that lasted about 4 hours, clear up until the doctor told me to take him into the hospital for a chest x-ray” right now”. i called my daughter and she met us in the parking lot and we took jax to the hospital. Where he was the best boy ever. pneumonia does that to you, knocks you on your ass to the point where, even if youre almost two you lay on the table and let them take pictures of your chest. poor guy, I almost wanted him to put up a fuss. then my daughter contacted the pulmnologist the doctor has suggested we visit, and they set us up for an 8:00 am appt. the next day. Daddy “had to work” so mommy, pop and I left the house at the ungodly hour of 7:30 AM with Jax, to go back to the hospital to see this pulmnologist. Many head nods, computer inputs and questions later they came up with — well pretty much nothing. The xrays showed a triangular mess in his lung that they think is viral. his symptoms indicate reflux or maybe allergies… they are going to test him for cystic fibrosis WHICH HE DOES NOT HAVE and did a lot of blood work. jax got mcnuggets and a milkshake out of the deal, because he was such a good boy. we came back to our house where he and his mommy hung out for a while. Daddy was a couple hours away, freaking out about cystic fibrosis, so she stayed with us for support and a little relief.
So that brings us to today. I had to go into work. pop had to chop and split wood. Daddy was on duty because daughter does not want to lose her job…About a half hour into the morning i got a text” Jax is upset, can you call and make sure they are ok? ” in the most supportive message I could get my fingers to type i said “yes I will call, but he is his father he needs to suck it up and figure out what to do” Then I called. Phone rang 3 or 4 times. then “Hello grammy”. Jax answered the phone, proceeded to tell me many things in the language that only he understands and then put his daddy on the phone. daddy sounded fine, said they were going to hang out.
Hhmmm. Sounds like mommy needs to suck it up. It is hard to believe that someone else can care for your baby . Relax mommy, daddy got it.