This is from a couple weeks ago, but I never got it posted.
Lincoln is 2, and a generally healthy kid. Last week he came down with the croupy cough and the fever that disappears in the morning. Then all day he would play and run just fine. Friday morning, I woke the kids up to get ready for our homeschool co-op. Lincoln was teasing and laughing as I got him dressed, then went downstairs to eat. He started whimpering in his chair, so his older brother Tyler lifted him out to come upstairs to me. I was in my room and saw him as he came slowly up the stairs. Then in the hallway, he collapsed. Fell completely to the ground. He then tried to crawl towards me, but it was as if his arms had lost their strength.
I hurried and picked him up and laid him on the bed. He curled up in a ball and just lay there whimpering. I felt his head and he was burning with fever (which had NOT been there 15 minutes earlier). I decided to still drop the older 4 kids off at co-op, so I would have only the two little boys to take to the dr.'s office whenever they could fit me in. I wrapped Lincoln in a coat and blanket to take to the van and he was just limp. He couldn't even lift his head up!
We drove the 30 minutes to co-op and he didn't move. I was still waiting to hear back from the nurse. As the other kids were climbing out of the car, he started throwing up. He had only taken a little water that morning anyway, so now I was worried about dehydration as well. Even when he was throwing up, he didn't have the strength to lift up his head. I pulled off the soiled clothes, wrapped him in a blanket and settled him back in his car seat. The nurse called back and said we could be seen at 1:15.
I was sure at this point that he was going to be hospitalized. I suspected RSV and probably a week in the hospital. Unfortunately, we've had plenty of experience with sick kids, and he was acting just like the others did when they ended up in the hospital. I called my husband and told him to arrange to work from home next week, and started mentally planning out what I would have to do to be able to handle a hospital stay on top of everything else right now.
We got back home and I took Lincoln in for a warm bath to clean him up. Then I gave him a sippy of apple juice. Within about 10 minutes, he was a completely different kid. He was back to teasing, running, and playing. He did not act sick in the slightest. But we still had the Dr. appt, so I took him anyway. After the exam and an X-ray, we found out he has a case of pneumonia. He SHOULD be totally sick. He probably SHOULD be in the hospital. But he is acting perfectly healthy. We came home with an antibiotic and instructions to go to the hospital if he gets bad again.
I think Heavenly Father knew that a week long hospital stay was likely more than our family could handle at this point. So I'm very grateful for our pneumonia miracle.