sicker.

As the week went on, our poor little Augie only got sicker. After 2 ER visits, 2 mornings with Dr.C, 3 rounds of chest x-rays, 3 different mega-antibiotics, and numerous nebulizer treatments and chest percussions, we're finally starting to see glimpses of toddler-life again. The official diagnosis is a primarily illness of RSV bronchiolitis with a stubborn secondary infection that likes to bounce from lung to lung. 

Basically, our poor baby is super sick. It was definitely a scary, stressful week of trying to care for  our high-fevered, lethargic, labored-breathing little Augie.  Oh, and I failed to mention that Kevin flew out to DC early on Tuesday. But I'm happy to report that as of Friday, he finally felt well enough to stand up, walk around a little bit, and eat a few bites of food. And as soon as his Papa hit the door Friday night, he had a few minutes of acting like a complete pint-sized banshee before it was time to melt into the couch again. 

monday

wednesday

self-portrait

 friday!