Ill baby

And I don't mean ill in the beastie boys sense. Little Gus managed to get bronchitis in his micro lungs, and undoubtedly with help from his big bro has contracted dual cochlear infections. Pretty serious roster of disease for a 6 week old infant. We took him into the pede's office on new year's eve morn, and they promptly steered Daph and Gus to the ER at Abington Memorial. He was admitted and was all tubed up with oxygen and ampicillin by 2pm. Baby Gus was a fussy nightmare, draped and taped up with cords, tubes, and IVs, but thankfully RSV negative. He was up all night and screaming, and Daph was about to lose it when she found out they had laced his O2 with ephedrine, I guess S.O.P. for kids with breathing problems, so he was jacked up and truly unable to sleep. They were thinking he may have developed pneumonia but released him today with the diagnosis of bronchitis and a scrip for antibiotics. He is home now, smily and relaxed now that he is free from his chains, sleeping soundly in my arms as I write this. Scary stuff, we will be closely monitoring him.

Harry was great the last two days while Gus and Mom were cooped up, and though he wanted to visit them, we wisely kept him away. New year's eve he was in the capable hands of our gracious neighbors Mike and Allison, and they said he was a true gentleman and the life of the party when I went to pick him up at a little family-friendly soiree down the street just before his bedtime.