We arrived at the creche this evening to collect the two kids. We were coming almost directly from my mother’s funeral and we found Enrique (our younger son – seven months old) was quite poorly.
We brought him to the doctor to be told he has suspected bronchial pneumonia and to get him straight to hospital. The poor little guy is in a bad way. He can hardly breathe and is very distressed.
In the hospital they nebulised him, x-rayed him, took blood, and hooked him up to a drip with cortisone and antibiotics.
Pilar is staying overnight in the hospital with him. I’m at home now with the three year old.
Make it stop.
UPDATE: I spoke to Pilar this morning and while they had a rough night, Enrique seems marginally better this morning. I am going in to relieve her for the day today.
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Tom, my heart is saddened with your news. My thoughts and prayers are with you and yours. Please keep up posted on Enrique’s progress. Peace.
Wow Tom, hope everything turns out well for the little one. My family is thinking of yours in this time.
That must be gutting you both. Get well soon little fellow.
Our thoughts are with you and your family!
Wishing the little one a fast recovery.
They say it happens in 3s Tom so perhaps that’ll be it for a while – I hope. I look forward to seeing you back up and running.
Tom. That’s the last thing you need right now. We’ve had Mia in hospital a couple of times and it’s an absolutely crap state of affairs. Thankfully she managed to bounce herself out of it quickly enough. Hopefully Enrique does the same very soon.
I hope Enrique makes a speedy recovery. It’s heartbreaking having them in hospital when they’re so young. I was at the funeral mass yesterday and it was very moving. My own mum passed away many years ago and is survived by my dad so your eulogy really hit a nerve.
I’ll be thinking of you all. Get well soon Enrique.
Thanks everyone for your concern. He does seem to be improving now, thankfully.
It is horrible though. This is a time I should be with my Dad and instead I have to look after Enrique.
Walter, thanks for the kind words. Unfortunately I didn’t see you at the church – thanks a million for coming.
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