Our Pneumonia Week

On Sunday we ended up taking Isaac, our youngest, to the hospital.

Let me back up just a bit: He's been sick off and on (mostly on) for the past two weeks with a fever that would break but that wouldn't necessarily go away. It got compounded by a week spent in the snow and rain at Treasure Mountain Scout Camp. So by the time last weekend rolled around, we knew we'd have to take him in to see the doctor.

That's how we ended up at the hospital, getting him admitted for double pneumonia.

Which is what my wife was worried about, what with him being sick that long. Still, I got a surprised "What?" when I called her from the doctor's office to say he had pneumonia and that we were heading for the hospital.

And we had good reason to do so: The doctor said he'd been fighting the infection well, but could very well get to the point where his body got tired of fighting. He needed antibiotics quick, which he got through an IV in his hand.

He was very brave through the whole thing. He didn't like the needles going in, but once they were in, he was okay with things. I think part of him liked the attention -- except that the nurses made him pee into a jug so they could measure his output. That didn't impress him. But he did get to the point when h needed to go to to the bathroom, he'd unplug the oxygen monitor they had on his big toe and haul his IV and such into the bathroom and close the door for privacy's sake.

We appreciate the prayers and visits from our family. Just so you know, he was well enough Monday night to come home and well enough Wednesday morning to head back up to scout camp for the rest of the week. Prayers were answered, folks.