So last night, Jimmy was awake allll night long. He woke up every few hours, and then woke at 4:15 and would. not. go back to sleep. He was fussy, nursing poorly, and generally full of piss and vinegar. He's been pretty fussy lately- nothing we can't handle, being the seasoned fussy baby veterans that we are (no wimps in this house), but generally crabby. Still, this was unusual. He slept poorly the night before, and then was wide awake through the girls' naps, so I was pretty wrecked when I got out of bed this morning.
Stephen got G off to school, and shortly afterwards, MIL came to get Katie, because the girls were spending the day with her. J was still really fussy, and sounding congested, so I tried to bulb suction him and didn't get anything. I passed him off to Stephen and went to get in the shower. It passed through my mind that I should bring him in the bathroom with me, and maybe the steam would loosen something up, but I sort of forgot it as soon as I thought it (I should also mention it was his second night in a row of not sleeping AND for the last two days, he has decided to wake up right when the girls go down for their naps. So, you know, me = not the sharpest knife today.)
I was about 3/4 through my shower when Stephen came in and told me he was worried about J's breathing. I finished up and went to check on him, but by the time I got out he was sleeping comfortably. Stephen said, yeah, he's fine now, but when he wakes up, he makes a ton of noise. A few minutes later, sure enough, he woke up and was panting, snoring (even though he was wide awake), head-bobbing, and generally looking distressed. Ummmm, okay. I don't like this. I decided to watch him awhile. And it didn't get better. And when I peeked under his shirt, I could see him sucking in his ribs, which is no good. At all. Sigh. So after a few minutes of total denial, I made a pediatrician appointment for a few hours later. In the meantime, I sat on the couch with him, watching him like a hawk. He didn't change- didn't get worse, but also didn't get better. Until, oh, five minutes before we left for the doctor, when he fell asleep was completely and totally fine. Really, kid? REALLY? I told Stephen, they will tell us we are crazy and I really don't care, because he will start up with this crap again tonight and then I won't know WHAT to do. Bonus: I've known the doctor we were seeing today since her residency, and we always got along really well, so I can flat-out tell her I know I'm crazy. And honestly, it's really hard to think of horses when you already have a zebra at home.
Initially, as we told her our story, she was kind of smiling at me, like, awww, yes, third time around, you're still a new mom, and patiently said a few times, "It's okay! Babies do funny things!" Then she opened his t shirt and sort of quietly said, "Yeah. He's working pretty hard," when she saw him sucking in his ribs. She left the room for saline and suction. Squirted some saline in his nose and let it sit. When she came back, she suctioned his nose and said, "Whoa!!! That's adult-sized!" And held up a chunk of mucous the size of a cheerio. Yay! We celebrated. She left to get a nurse and a pulse ox, and Stephen said, "So....we brought him to the doctor for a booger?" And I said, "Um. Well, no, I mean, he...*sigh*...yeah. We did." "well," he joked, "I have a feeling she just left to call Children's and question your employment." Snerk.
When they brought in the pulse ox, he was initially registering about 94%, which is genuinely fine, but really? Too low for a healthy baby. So we waited a minute and eventually he rose to 99%, where he should be. But obviously, that boogie was giving him some trouble.
Once they were done, poor little dude nursed like he'd never been fed and promptly passed the heck out, staying asleep for the next, like, five hours, waking only to nurse one more time. He's gonna be up all night again, but whatever. Just glad it was a horse. In the form of a booger.