It turns out that poor little James has pneumonia. I took him to the Dr yesterday morning and sure enough he has it.
It started with a fever last Thursday. I took him to urgent care on Friday and the PA said it was nothing...sometimes babies get fevers. I almost had to beg her to at least look in his ears and stuff...since we were there. On Saturday he got congested and started coughing a bit and his fever was still there. Yesterday morning I decided to take him to his dr, but almost canceled because he seemed to be feeling a little better. I'm glad I didn't cancel.
Just so you know...he didn't have a very high fever and he didn't seem like he was struggling to breathe, just a low fever and a simple cold...or so it seemed. I'm not one that rushes to the dr every time my kid sniffles, but I am glad that I followed my instincts this time.
The dr gave him a big dose of antibiotics via a shot and after 3 sleepless nights (for both of us) he slept pretty good last night...and in his own crib. I am so grateful for that, I didn't know if I was going to survive one more night without sleep.
Thank goodness for priesthood blessings and for dr's that do their job!