Apparently nothing I said last time came true. Not only did I not tell you about Henri the next day, but I didn’t do the swatches I’d said either. That night. So here goes.
You might remember that few weeks ago Henri had a horrible cough. Then it turned into bronchitis and an ear infection. He was ok for about 5 days (while I was home sick), then he had a fever, but no other real symptoms other than a cold, while Jakob had strep. Then he was ok again for about a week.
Saturday the 17th we went out for dinner to Steak Frites with Yannick’s family, and were in the “party room” in the back. I thought Henri’s cheeks looked flush and he felt a bit warm, but I attributed it to the closed-in room. He was acting fine, so I didn’t think he was sick. Sunday he was fine, but a bit flushed in the evening too. Same thing Monday and Tuesday- fine in the morning, but reddish cheeks and a bit warm to the touch at bedtime. On Wednesday the daycare was going to the cabane à sucre (sugar shack), both boys’ classes were going, and Yannick was going too, along with some other parents we know. Wednesdays are my morning to sleep in, so Yannick got up with the kids to get them ready, and even though I was in bed all I could hear was Henri coughing. Non-stop. I got up and went to check on him- he didn’t feel warm, but his cheeks were still flushed and he couldn’t get through a few words without coughing. But his attitude was great. I gave him his blue puffer (Ventolin) and we decided he’d be ok to go on the trip since Yannick would be with him, but he’d keep in touch with me, and if needed they’d be back by 3:00pm and I could book an evening appointment at the doctor to get him checked out.
The only texts I received all day were “feverish”, “lethargic and can’t stop coughing”, and “he’s not good”. I got him a 5:30 appointment at our clinic, and left work in time to go meet Yannick and the kids at the daycare and switch the kids into my car so Yannick could get to work. I brought them home for a bit to play then we went to the doctor. By this point Henri had 101.8 F fever, was very lethargic and LOOKED like he was having trouble breathing. His breaths were coming fast and quick, the hollows in his neck were sucking crazy deep with his breathing, and he couldn’t talk and breathe at the same time, so every time he tried to talk he sounded like he was drowning. It was kinda scary, except that his attitude was amazing- smiling, happy and silly.
At the doctor he was put on a Ventolin mask right away, which was the first time that’s ever happened. He’s always been ok with just the puffer/chamber “as needed”, and the orange puffer (Flo-vent) only when the doctors told us to use it. He was checked again after 10 minutes after the mask, and he sounded a bit better, but his lungs didn’t sound the same, and she thought he might have pneumonia but she couldn’t tell. She suggested that I bring him to the Children’s Hospital for an xray. (It was 6:15pm and all local clinics with xray machines were closed). Before going to the hospital, though, she wanted me to fill an rx for Prednisolone that would work faster than his orange puffer. Luckily my mom was free to come watch Jakob, so I brought the kids home, changed into something more comfortable, gave Henri a light supper, put him in his pjs, then drove down to the pharmacy then hospital. We got there around 8pm.
With kids and breathing they don’t play around, and it wasn’t long before we were seated in the asthma wing. I’d heard about it from Yannick (his first girlfriend had bad asthma and they’d often gone to the Children’s for her) and from a friend whose son has asthma, but had never been there myself. Every doctor could see just from glancing at Henri’s neck that he was really struggling to breathe. They took xrays and said he showed a light pneumonia on one side, and listening to his chest showed wheezing.
It was a long night, but to sum up: we were in the asthma wing reclining chairs until 4:30am. They’d kept checking his oxygen levels with the finger monitor, and he wasn’t getting enough in. You’re supposed to have over 100 saturation (or something), but when you’re sick they will accept it between 92-100. When we got there he was at 96, then he went to 94, then 92. At that point they kept checking and when he got down to 87 they said he’d need oxygen. They put the tube in his nose then checked again and he was back to 92, but after removing it he dropped again right away. After another attempt at removing the O2 they decided we’d need to be admitted. Plus he was still wheezing this whole time, and getting Ventolin masks every 45 minutes.
At 4:30am they finally got us a bed in the short-stay unit, oh- and Henri was STILL up. It was nuts- he didn’t ask for food or drink, he just lay in my arms watching Dora on the bedside dvd player, just lying there, occasionally talking back to answer Dora. He slept for about an hour in the bed, I got about 2 hours in 10 minute bursts while holding him. He was finally able to get the O2 tubes taken out at 11am, and by 3pm, after having received 1 dose of Prednisolone, 2 doses of antibiotics (in case the pneumonia was bacterial) and 8 Ventolin masks, he FINALLY stopped wheezing and I was allowed to bring him home.
That night and all of Friday were complete blurs as both of us tried to sleep as much as possible. Last Monday (the 26th, 5 days after we were at the hospital) we had a follow-up with his pediatrician to see how he was doing. Well, his fever was gone, but he was still wheezing. We had to put him back on the Flo-vent puffer for the whole following week and go back in a week…which was today. He was fine all week, though OBNOXIOUSLY hyper thanks to all the Ventolin. Oh. My. God. is the kid hyper. It’s insane. Anyways, he’s no longer wheezing, so that’s good. I still have to keep him on the puffer for 1 more week to make sure he stays clear, but at least this seems to be over.
(I love this photo- he looks like a little hippie, or garage-rocker!)
So the first week I didn’t post was just ‘cus I had nothing to share, either home or knitting wise, then the last two weeks were just spent taking care of the kids. At night I was too tired to do anything, even watch tv. I didn’t get those swatches done any night last week at all.
But they are done!
Saturday night Jakob had a birthday party at McDonald’s for a kid in his class, so I dropped Henri off at my parents’ house for some one-on-one time and took Jakob to the party. I stayed, and chatted with the other moms while he ran around and played and ate. And while I chatted, my hands were busy under the table knitting on the swatch. (I swear, I don’t even think anyone else noticed, not a single person asked what I was doing).
I finished the stockinette stitch part but didn’t have my sock yarn with me to cast on for my March/April socks so instead I just kept going on the swatch. I switched to garter stitch and did a chunk in that so I could see how it blocks out.
That afternoon I’d swatched the blue ribbon yarn, but found it too crunchy to have on its own. Mixing it with other yarns, though, worked perfectly. A few years ago my LYS had a bulky yarn called Summer on sale. There wasn’t enough of either white or navy to make myself a sweater, so I bought all they had of both colors and planned to use it together sometime. That time is now. (LOL). Now that I have more yardage to account for, a new Ravelry search found me the PERFECT pattern, Flugel from the Knitty Deep Fall 2011. Unfortunately I ripped my swatch back so I could cast on, so I can’t show it to you.
We spent the day up north yesterday, which meant I had 1.75 hours of drive time each way. On the way up I cast on for my March/April socks, using the Regia Canadian colors from my stash. My best quick-Google attempt found that this yarn is apparently called “Admiral”…so either we’ve got a new Canadian province, or it just refers to something Maritime-y. Either way, blue is my favorite color and I love blue and cream together, so these will be for me. I did the toe just so I can have it ready at the mindless-stockinette-stitch-can-knit-in-the-dark part.
I didn’t knit on the way home, because the roads sucked and I was too nervous to not watch. Call me crazy, but if we’re going to get into an accident, god forbid, I want to see it coming- not be blindsided. I don’t know how that makes sense though…but I get too uncomfortable to not watch the roads, not like as a passenger I can do anything though!
I had made Flugel progress that afternoon watching the big golf game with my inlaws while Henri napped, but I’m going to rip it out today and start fresh.
First of all, it’s too big. I’m using a 5.5mm for the body to get the pattern gauge with my yarn. I should have used a 4.5mm for the ribbing but couldn’t find one before I left so grabbed a 5mm. I don’t like it- it’s too floppy. And since I’m starting over, I’m going to modify the pattern.
The sweater is supposed to be knit in the round until the underarms, then flat for the fronts and the back, then seamed at the top and bottom of the sleeves (kind of like the Einstein jacket). I’d already decided to change that and graft them to avoid the bulky seams. Instead of doing the stair-step bind-offs on the tops of the arms I’m going to use short rows to keep all the stitches live and graft them shut. I’ll have to pick up stitches to graft the underarms, but I still think that will be less bulky than seaming.
My biggest mod is that I am now going to knit the body flat instead of in the round. My plan for my 3 yarns is to knit 6 rows white, 1 row navy, 1 row ribbon. I can use the “slip-first-stitch” method for the white to avoid a jog where the colors change, but with only 1 row of navy and ribbon, it’s harder to avoid a jog when beginning each round. I’m going to avoid it altogether by working flat and having all my yarn ends be at the sides, to be hidden in the seams. By seaming the sides it gives it a bit more stability and structure which is good when knitting with a heavy yarn, plus I can control matching up the sides so the stripes match with no jog. Win-win!