Jax wasn't a whole lot better this morning, although he did get his oxygen need down to a 1/4 liter. We gave him 3 oz of food over 2 hrs for breakfast and lunch and then are giving him 4 1/2 oz of food over 3 hrs for dinner right now. If he does well with this food tonight, he'll get 6 oz of food over 3 hrs for breakfast and we'll be close to his full feeds then. There's no more fever, so now it's just how well his lungs can kick this.
I just left the hospital to come put Brady to bed (he was home with Rachel) and to get some more rest - Jason is on Daddy-duty with Jax. I went to the doctor myself on my way up to the hospital this morning, and am told my lungs sound clear, so it's most likely the nasty virus that Jax has, although the doctor did write me an Rx for an antibiotic to hold on to and use if I don't get better in two days. That was very thoughtful of him. I feel like a crazy lady since I broke down BAWLING to this complete stranger when he asked the simple question, "have you been around anyone sick recently?". Seriously, I should get a bill in the mail for therapy from this man. He called me later this evening to mention that I left before they could catch me. Apparently my heart rate is rather elevated, and he wants me to monitor myself over the next two days. He said that the most likely culprit right now is anxiety, but to go back in if it persists. He was on topic of my mental health and exhaustion for a bit. Awesomesauce.
Brady has a cough and a bit of a runny nose, but he's still running around like a wild monkey. He seems to be doing fine with the cold and I hope it stays that way. I just got a text from Jason that Jax was smiling and singing with Elmo just now, so that will help me get some good sleep tonight and hope for the best tomorrow. I had a very nice quiet 4 hrs with Jax snuggling on a recliner while he napped, and I rested while watching old Lifetime Television Movies.