Poor Little Boy

Last weekend Zack was coughing a little, we didn't think anything of it because he coughs every once and a while.  Monday it sounded pretty bad and he slept almost 3 times as much as his usual 20 min power naps.  We called the doctor and because of the cough he wanted to see him in the next day or two.  For us this means a day trip to Hong Kong.  At 2 am I heard him coughing on the monitor and went to sleep on the bed in his room so I could be close if he just wanted a cuddle.  Meanwhile Adam came in to check on him a couple times during the night and didn't realize I was there sleeping.

Tuesday morning Z and I joined Adam on the way to work and continued onto the border crossing.  Our doctor started a new practice by himself (which I kind of like because it means a quiet waiting room and a more personal office) and when I called to make an appointment there wasn't one available because he was booked all morning and would be at the hospital all afternoon.  I had taken a gable and lost...I figured at worst I would sit in the waiting room until Dr. Chan had a second or until someone canceled.  Rather than taking the 2 hour trip back home I called his old practice and made an appointment with Dr. Tan.  I know it's cheating but it was that or take the trip again the next day.  Dr. Tan was very nice, and was very impressed with how well Z holds his head up...I only point this out because it was a "proud mama moment"...I mean he wasn't even looking at development he was just checking my baby's lungs.  :)  At this moment I thought I may have to switch to Dr. Tan...then he asked the loaded question I hate to hear...breast or bottle?  I gave him the short version and he made some comment about how Zack probably prefers the flow of the bottle...at this moment I knew I needed to stick with Dr. Chan.  Yes, I know I am unreasonably overly sensitive about our feeding situation and I am easily offended, but that doesn't change the way I feel.  I digress...back to the patient:  Zachary was a trooper at the doctor, he flirted with nurses and was perfectly happy...until the tongue depressor.  He had post nasal drip, which he would swallow and cough up.  We got some medication and headed home.  The train ride was interesting because Chinese people are very serious about not going out without a face mask when you have a cold...I hate clearing my throat in public.  So not only did we get attention as the only white people, but we got a lot of looks when Z coughed or sneezed. 

Wednesday Zachary slept most of the day.  I could tell he really didn't feel well (which validated my trip to the doctor) and the medication made him sleep all day...I counted and he was only awake for 6 hours the whole day.  I alternated between giving him mouth fulls of water to help clean out his mouth after coughing up mucus, cleaning out his nose (with breast milk...doctor ordered).  I have never had a baby that napped so I got a lot of our premove chores done, and a nap, and a shower, and laundry, and I got in a nice little workout.

Looks like my nursing skills are pretty good because this morning I woke up to...

...a happy, playful little boy who is still a little stuffed but is ready for a fun day.  I am guessing I won't get so much done today.