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Friday, March 12, 2010

Dealing with Your Infant's Cold

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To new parents, colds in infants are highly troublesome. First, they may have little or no experience dealing with colds in babies, and second...they are babies! The first cold may be the first time that parents have to make responsible medical decisions: Is it a cold? Is it allergy? Is it RSV (respiratory syncytial virus)? Should I take them to the pediatrician, emergency room, post on WebMD, or just call my mother, grandmother, or someone with more kid experience for advice?

The first cold may not be a cold at all. Babies share a blood supply with their mothers in utero. That maternal blood contains beneficial immunoglobulins - a natural pharmacy that will protect this new baby for about 5-6 months. Mothers who choose to breastfeed will protect their babies even more. Babies, with their borrowed immune system, are generally well protected until they are six months old. However, along with all of those great maternal immunities come hormones. The mother's blood supply is flooded with hormones, like estrogen or LSH - lactation stimulation hormones. While harmless to the baby, these alien hormones cause some interesting symptoms.

Why does my baby have boobs? Maternal hormones can cause temporary breast development in babies, so new parents are often concerned about those little breast buds. If those breast buds are big or even leak breast milk, they will freak out. When Dads see their little boys with leaky breasts, they want to call 911. New parents, who have been adequately prepared for this "4th trimester", may know this is normal. These maternal hormones can also make the baby have a very stuffy nose. So, remember: Babies with boobies often have stuffy noses (perhaps, just like their mothers).

Just the way estrogen can cause tight jeans not to fit due to premenstrual water retention, the maternal estrogen can cause the same tissue engorgement in newborn and nursing babies. Pregnant women, especially those in the third trimester, often complain that they have a constant cold...or allergy, that is making them very congested and miserable. Those symptoms are made worse since they are unable to take most cold medicines. These symptoms may not be a cold either, but merely this flood of hormones. It is these same hormones that are transferred through the umbilical cord to the baby. Since estrogen is chemically bound to fat, and babies tend to have a lot of fat, those hormones can stick around for a few months.

A baby with just nasal congestion probably does not have a cold. A short time ago, they were floating in water (amniotic fluid) and hanging upside down. If they had a stuffy nose, no one would know...it was filled with fluid anyway. When a child is born, they emerge into a dry world; a world that can dry out those mucous membranes. There new world is also filled with germs.

Babies do get colds (sometime). Since mothers can certainly get colds, so their babies can get colds, too. I have a theory that the cuter the baby, the more likely they are to get cuddled and kissed, thus getting more colds from admiring siblings, friends and relatives. Mothers like it when I tell them that their child has a cold because they are too cute. Of course, funny-looking babies (and I see a lot of those) get colds, too. I don't openly identify those FLKs (funny-looking kids) to their parents, mostly since the parents may be FLAs!

New parents are sticklers for hygiene. They wash their hands and everything that touches the baby. A pacifier drops on the floor and it is treated like toxic waste, and a new, sterilized one is popped in their mouths. If they also have a snotty-nosed, two-year old at home anxious to hold their new little brother or sister, there is a hygiene dilemma. You can wash their hands, change their clothing, but there is really no way to adequately sanitize a two-year old.

Can a day-care toddler touch the baby? Sure, why not. The baby has eventually get those germs in order to jump-start their own immune system, so why not from a loving sibling? Germs are often the only thing that siblings openly share. I am not suggesting that you take the newborn to visit ill people or kids, but viral exposure is really inevitable - expect it. If parents put kids in day-care at an early age, they will most likely be over-exposed to lots of viruses...from lots of different cohorts. In those babies, expect colds to come early and often.

My six month old has a bad cold! Right on schedule; almost like clockwork, colds start to develop. The maternal immunity has waned and now, vulnerable baby must make their own t-cells - build their own immunity.

The first sign of a real cold may be a fever. Any fever in a two month old baby is often concerning, but a fever in a six month old is expected. As a matter of fact, this is a normal, immune response and should not be feared. I can preach that fever is beneficial and should be left alone all day, but it often meets deaf ears. New parents do not like fevers one bit. To a new parent, any triple digit reading (100) causes sphincters to tighten and anxiety levels to rise. If a parent has two children, they can often tolerate 102 before going nuts. If they have three or four children, they can handle 104 easily. If they have the experiences of more than five children, parents will not be too concerned unless they are actually smoldering or on fire.

I let parents treat fever if they want. It makes them feel better, and since fevers can make a baby feel yucky, too, it makes the child feel better. I just warn them about over-treating a fever. Acetaminophen (Tylenol) can be easily overdosed. Ibuprofen (Advil, Motrin) is safe at recommended doses for children over six months, but there is little or no evidence to support the benefit of alternating acetaminophen and ibuprofen. I usually suggest that they just pick one, and be careful to give the correct dosage, based on changing weights.

What cold medicines can I give the baby? The easy answer - none. Not only have cold medicines been found to be ineffective, they have the potential to make things worse. Over-dosages of potent decongestants, antihistamines, and cough medications were common, so the new recommendation is to withhold giving any medications to a child under the age of six YEARS. Of course, cold symptoms can be treated with non-medicines.

A stuffy, congested nose can be miserable. Parents can liquefy this mucous (medical term for snot) by saline nasal sprays or drops, maintaining adequate hydration, and by using a cool mist humidifier. Less-viscous snot is easier for the baby to naturally swallow than Velcro-like, sticky snot. (Gross, huh?).

Babies cannot blow their own noses. They can exert a powerful sneeze, and blow snot all over the place, but it takes years of practice to get a kid to properly blow their noses. This is where the infamous nasal aspirator - the bulb syringe - the much-feared nose sucker - comes in. The kids typically hate it, but it is very helpful to clean out snotty noses.

My technique: Loosen the snot first, if it is not already very wet. Instill a drop or two of saline in each side of the nose and let it marinate for a minute or so. Then, quickly close off one nostril with your finger, while aspirating the open side with a fully-compressed bulb syringe. Avoid touching the sensitive nasal septum if you can. Repeat on the opposite nostril. Babies are primarily-nose breathers, so do this rapidly. Finally, put another drop of saline in each nostril and leave it there. They will sniff it back and loosen the mucous you were not able to aspirate. If you do this routinely before nursing or feeding the baby a bottle, they will start to associate getting their nose sucked out with getting something to eat. They will also nurse better with a snot-free nose.

The color of snot, even if fluorescent green or canary yellow, is not medically-relevant in most cases, but parents often feel that colored snot is a definitive sign of a bacterial infection needing antibiotics. It is (s)not. There may be bacteria in the snot, but green snot does not mean the child has a sinus infection or pneumonia. In kids, the sinuses are anatomically small and much less-likely to become infected than adult sinuses, but it can happen, so having the child properly examined if green mucous persists more than 7-10 days is appropriate.

Cool mist or warm steam? Either one is fine, as long as you are careful. A cool mist humidifier does not need to be in close proximity to be effective - blown in their little faces to the point that moss is growing on their north sides. Humidifier can also grow mold, so they need to be inspected and cleaned often. Steam vaporizers can burn curious little hands or feet sticking out of crib slats, so extra, extra caution should be exercised, so kids do not pull boiling water on themselves. And, just use water. Mentholated additives or aromatic oils may smell good to caring grandmothers, but they are not particularly helpful. They can even be harmful for babies with some respiratory complications reported.

Be gentle with those tissues. Little noses are sensitive to repeated wiping. You are not stripping wax from a kitchen floor - you are wiping a nose. Be gentle and watch for increasing irritation under the nose. A topical antibacterial ointment or plain Vaseline can be used to protect the skin.

The baby coughs all night! If mucous or other liquids are clogging our airway, we must cough. Generally, this is a good thing. When people are supine - completely flat - mucous can become trapped. Safely elevating the sleeping surface may allow gravity to assist the drainage efforts. Teething babies and children tend to cough more often, since excess saliva is also completing with post-nasal drainage. Suppressing a cough with medication is really indicated, but there will be frequent nights where children (and parents) will not be quietly resting. A seal-like, barky cough may be a sign of croup or bronchiolitis. Rapid, shallow, difficult respirations, especially where children are retracting their chest muscles or using their abdominal muscles to assist breathing, may be a serious sign and should be brought to the immediate attention of a medical provider. Wheezing - a high-pitched sound - is a sign of a reactive airway, perhaps due to pneumonia, influenza, or asthma, and is another cause for concern.

How do you, as an adult, feel when you have a bad cold? You feel like crap. You may have body aches, headaches, or nausea. You do not want to eat. You are crabby and just want to sleep/rest. Your children feel the same way. If a little ibuprofen or acetaminophen makes these symptoms a bit more tolerable while Nature orchestrates the cure, then by all mean, use it. There is nothing wrong about feeling better.

Each cold helps build our immune system, just like vaccines. Colds can be miserable and untimely, but for the most part, they are harmless. Colds are incurable, but the symptoms are treatable....without drugs. There are no miracle cures, magic herbs, or vitamin supplements that have proven to be efficacious. The use of probiotics may show some promise, but more studies are needed. Vaccines against cold viruses are in the works, but don't expect them anytime soon. So far, viruses have proven to be more tenacious than the researchers.

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Posted by: Rod Moser_PA_PhD at 7:58 AM

Thursday, February 04, 2010

Wasted Medical Visits

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A medical provider only has so many hours they can devote to appointments. I typically work 12-hour shifts (my choice) with a patient scheduled every 15 minutes, taking only one break (lunch) during my busy day. I reserve the hours of 5:30 PM to 8:30 PM for urgent care visits - about ten appointments. Our advice/triage nurses are supposed to screen the patients for these limited evening appointment, allowing only acutely ill patients; those who cannot wait until the next day, and those not so ill that they need the services of an emergency room. I never intended for these evening appointments to be "convenience care" - utilized by people who will not make an appointment during our normal office hours. People are so grateful that I have extended hours, three days per week. Some people do abuse this service, I have to say.

We do not have a lab or x-ray services after-hours, so any encounter that may need imaging or lab, like a suspected appendicitis or orthopedic cases, I send them to the ER. I get a great number of kids with otitis media, people with Strep throat, mysterious rashes, vomiting/diarrhea cases, and of course, fever of unknown causes.

I will see most lacerations that need suturing. Lacerations should be repaired within a few hours, no more than eight, so waiting until morning is not an option. I am one of the few providers in our group practice that will see kids with lacerations. I don't believe in sedating them, and I rarely restrain them on papoose board (probably not a politically-correct term). The vast majority of children (even two year olds), given an adequate explanation of what you are going to do to them (they are mostly concerned about pain, as you might imagine), will sit still and allow me to sew up their little faces without squirming. If I had to take a guess, I tend to have more issues with the parents, than the kids. At least once a month, a parent will faint or vomit while I am suturing their child. As I am suturing, I have to keep a close eye on the parents (mostly fathers) who are sweating and looking pale. On a few occasions, I had to suture both the child and a father that hit the floor.

Now that I have set the stage about what types of patients I like to see in the evening clinic, I would like to talk about "wasted visits". I guess I shouldn't complain too much, since even people who come in for unusually-minor problems; are still charged the same fee. What really tics me off are those who fabricate the reason for their visit in order to snare one of these precious appointments, those that have illnesses or conditions so minor that I can see them heal spontaneously in front of my eyes, and those that just need notes for work, school, or PE. If I could charge more for these wasted visits, I would.

  • Jonas was a two-year old who was bitten by some sort of crawly creature (flea, ant, mosquito, or spider) two days ago. He had an appointment last night for two, tiny mosquito bites on this right foot. He didn't seem to notice them, but mother was particularly worried because he had a history of getting an infection in the past. Mother wanted to have him started on antibiotics right away, so that those bites would not become infected. Needless to say, she left disappointed and a few dollars poorer. In the vast majority of cases, antibiotics should not be used to prevent infections. The only thing that Jonas needed was a bath, nail-clipping, and some hydrocortisone cream. If you have ever made a doctor's appointment for plain 'ol mosquito bites; shame on you.

  • Cory was 13 years old and was supposed to have a laceration of his scalp. My nurse put him in the treatment room and prepared him for sutures. After spending a few minutes looking for the spot that was supposedly-bleeding, I finally found a tiny, tiny, tiny scratch at the back of his scalp. He said that it suddenly bled during social studies class. He did not fall asleep and hit his head, nor was he shot by a random bullet or arrow. The hole was not big enough for brains to fall out, although I considered the possibility. After a period of denial, he finally admitted to scratching off a scab from previous injury sustained during wrestling. He left with a dab of antibacterial ointment on the wound - another wasted visit.

  • Madison was ten days old and was bleeding from her ear. This got an immediate appointment. The new mother was in such a panic, she scraped the entire side of their new car pulling out of the garage. Upon examination, a tiny scratch was noticed on the outer ear, mostly likely self-inflicted by sharp, little newborn fingernails. Her nails were like razors, but the mother was reluctant to trim them. There were no other sources of bleeding found. The baby was perfectly healthy, mother was embarrassed, and Dad seemed pissed about the car. This was wasted visit number three.

  • The last of the inappropriate visits involved a rash that had completely resolved. The parent was hoping that I would be able to determine what it was. Based on history alone, I determined that it was probably hives, but now that it is gone, there is really not much that I can do, other than suggest Benadryl next time. I had to inform the parent that there are no blood tests that can conclusively determine what caused the hives. They needed a note for missing school today.


The other six were appropriate visits, however, one even needed hospitalized for RSV (respiratory syncytial virus). This child, having considerable breathing difficulties, is one should have been triaged directly to the emergency room.

When I was a child, there is no way that my mother would have coughed up $3.00 for a medical visit for mosquito bites, a scratched ear, or a bleeding head. Granted, my mother was not the best triage person either. I once came home after completely impaling my right foot (I still have the scar) with a rusty pick; ruining a good pair of tennis shoes. The pick went all the way through my foot between the metatarsal bones. She filled the holes (both ends) with Vaseline and wrapped with a clean rag. I can't recall a tetanus shot or even a subsequent antibiotic. After washing my shoes, I continued to wear them, holes and all. My right shoe tended to leak in the rain.

I excuse new parents for not having the experience or knowledge to make reasonable health decisions. Everything freaks out new parents - rashes, fevers, one bout of vomiting, moles, funny-colored poop, yellow mucous, fevers, yucky tongues, flat feet, ear-pulling, penis-pulling, fevers (I know I mentioned fever three times, but this is a big one!), constipation, diarrhea, and fussiness. The same folks that study pregnancy like an obstetrician, attend childbirth classes, and read books on childcare, tend to loose it when Junior gets a runny nose. Since most childhood afflictions are self-limiting, when there is nothing to treat, I use these wasted visits as educational visits. Education tends to last longer and have less side-effects than medication.

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Posted by: Rod Moser_PA_PhD at 6:24 PM

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

When Ellis Met Grandpa

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Photo Credit: Rod Moser
I waited three weeks to see him, mostly to avoid the chaos that a new baby creates in the family. The grandmothers were there, an uncle, the uncle's girlfriend, the other grandfather, and an assortment of friends and neighbors - too many people. I knew he was healthy and I saw his picture (actually, a hundred or so pictures) that were posted on the Internet by the proud parents. When I finally did meet my grandson, I felt I already knew him.

Ellis lives with his new parents about 9-10 hours away by car. My wife and I like to drive when we can so that we can create our own schedule. So, we both canceled some previously-scheduled patients (we hate to do this, but all of my patients know this is important) and took off at 5 AM. I love driving early in the mornings before traffic starts. It is quiet; the stars are out, and besides, I am awake anyway. For some reason, as I have aged, I tend to require less sleep, which is contrary to what others might experience. I would love to sleep for eight hours, but my body simply refuses.

We live in Northern California in the Sierra foothills, so the quickest route south is through the Central Valley. This time of year, the valley is just awakening with all of the fruit and nut trees blooming. In contrast to the boring scenery most of the year, springtime in the Central Valley is beautiful. There was even some snow on the Grapevine - a high pass out of the valley into the Los Angeles area.

Perhaps it was my anxiety about meeting my grandson, but I made "good time" on the route south, hitting the highly-congested LA traffic just right. An hour later and I would be sitting in a slowly-moving parking lot.

We arrived at our hotel promptly at 2 PM, their check-in time. Of course, the room was not ready. Exhausted from the long drive, we waited...and waited. They offered us a smaller room (for the same price, of course), but I chose to wait. After about an hour, they offered me a room normally reserved for handicapped guests. I refused; just like I refuse to use the handicapped stall in the restroom. What if someone came in and needed it? I agreed to the smaller room.

Of course, the hotel was being remodeled - just my luck. The smaller room reeked of fresh paint to the point of utter nausea. The window was open to air it out, but of course, that looked out on the freeway. They offered to bring an ozone machine, but told me that we could not be in the room while it was running! Should we camp out in the hall? They offered the handicapped room again. This time, I accepted. At 8 AM the following morning, I regretted that decision, too. The workman in the room next door where apparently setting up a saw mill and had a hammering contest. Nice place. This will be the last time I will stay there, of course. The front desk offered to reduce our room rate. I saved ten dollars!

Ellis had no idea what we went through to see him. We drove to my son's house. He had mistakenly given me the name of the wrong hotel, so it was about another half hour away. We passed the hotel that he really intended to tell us about a mile or so from their home. Don't feel bad for me. A lot of our trips are like this. I sort of expect it now.

We knocked lightly on the door so that we would not wake up the baby. A cacophony of barking dogs followed. If Ellis was sleeping, he is awake now. My son and his wife have two young Boston Bull Terriers that are not noted for their quiet demeanor. They were jumping and barking, in spite of their bark collars. Like many new couples, they often get dogs to see if they will be capable of being good parents. Those dogs are pampered (not literally). Later, I wish they were in Pampers. They were the Farting Dogs (see my previous blog post). I had experienced my first (of many) raunchy dog farts, initially thinking it was a poopy diaper. A poopy diaper is like a flower compared to what emanates from those two dogs.

Ellis was upstairs nursing. I could hear him fussing around, but I had to patiently wait until he was finished. New mothers tend to be a bit shy when breast-feeding, as they should. Breast-feeding is natural and beautiful, but it does not have to be a public performance.

We brought Ellis a blanket that was handmade and embroidered by my mother - his 87 year old great-grandmother who is now in a nursing home with Alzheimer's. She made it in 1980; when my son was only two years old. Sadly, she does not know she has another great-grandchild, so we gave Ellis a picture of my late father and my mother - two of his great-grandparents.

Photo Credit: Rod Moser
My heart raced as my daughter-in-law proudly carried Ellis down the stairs. There he was; satiated and bundled in a blanket. He looked just like my son, only smaller. She handed him to me; my grandson. I looked into his little eyes. He looked at me (or the ceiling fan). I smiled. I did not cry (on the outside). For the next two days, I tried to hold him as much as I could. I sang to him. We talked. Well, I talked and he listened. I really wanted to call him Elmo, my chosen nickname, but I know my daughter-in-law does not like it, so I restrained my normally-unrestrained self. Ellis will be loved.

I was proud of these new, albeit sleep-deprived, parents; this is not an easy job. Babies nurse, poop, and sleep, interspersed by crying and fussing. Sometimes, they just lie their quietly staring at nothing, perhaps wondering where in the hell they are. Their little senses are being constantly challenged with new faces, new sounds, new experiences, new things to touch, and new smells (like those dog farts).

I have three other grandchildren from my wife's lineage and prior marriage. I love them just as much, but seeing your first, biological grandchild is an unbelievable experience. When your youngest child has a child, you do feel a bit older, but that is expected. I wish we lived closer.

Today, I got my first phone call for advice and I was thrilled. They found "crystals" in his diaper and were worried. Immediately, I knew they were from the diaper, not the diaper-user.

I gave my son an otoscope and my book, Ears: An Owner's Manual. He will need it in about six months when the maternal immunity wears off and the ear infection years begin. My son is an RN; my daughter-in-law is a teacher. They will both need those complimentary skills in raising my grandson.

Photo Credit: Rod Moser
Ellis will make me take better care of myself. I want to be around a long, long time to watch him grow and hear him call me Grandpa. Grandparents are very important and I plan on being important to him and my other grandchildren. That is what grandparents are supposed to do.

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Posted by: Rod Moser_PA_PhD at 8:26 AM

Thursday, February 05, 2009

It's a BOY!

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Ellis Moser and his Proud Parents
Of course, we knew he was going to be a boy months ago. There are few surprises in obstetrics anymore, unless of course, you are having a litter of septuplets that end up to be octuplets at the time of delivery. New parents are very excited when they spot the weenie on the ultrasound. In the old days, we had to wait until the baby was born to know what parts they wore. When I saw pregnant patient in those days, I would always guess the sex of their unborn baby. Surprisingly, I was right 50% of the time.

Since I am no longer in family practice, I really miss that aspect of medicine - informing a woman that she is pregnant. I would always ask during the exam, as I waited for the pregnancy test results, "What will be your reaction, if I tell you that you are pregnant today?" If they said they will be elated, I was happy. If they indicated that this would not be the best news, I would prepare myself. The greatest part of family practice was diagnosing a wanted pregnancy, and then having the privilege of watching that little baby grow up. The downside of family practice is that someday that baby may grow up and get pregnant and that this event was not anticipated.

Last Thursday, my daughter-in-law was induced about ten days before the due date. I was a little suspicious about this planned, early induction thinking the OB was just trying to get the delivery out of the way before Super Bowl Sunday. The delivery was uneventful and the baby was fine. I heard him screaming over the cell phone when I got the news. His name is Ellis.

We are glad our new grandson (my first biological grandchild) was healthy and glad he was just one, and not one of eight. I haven't seen him yet (just email pictures), but we are driving down in a few weeks when things quiet down a bit for the official "Ellis Meets the Grandparents" event. I desperately need to hold that little boy.

I talked to my son last night and the new father said that the baby cries from midnight to about three AM. I am quasi-sympathetic, because my son did that, too. Night shift with a new baby is a rite of passage. It helps to toughen up the new, sleep-deprived parents. Fortunately, both parents (and the new grandmother) are there to help him get through this initial transition.

I am glad that this wasn't a C-section. I always sympathize with the baby in this situation. Here you are...kicking back in your little dark room, when all of a sudden; a gloved hand reaches in, grabs you by the neck and pulls you out into a brightly-lit room full of noise and confusion. In my opinion, this is equivalent to me sitting in my reclining chair, when all of a sudden; someone rips a hole in the ceiling, reaches in and pulls me out. That would freak me out. I would much rather take my sweet ‘ol time "walking down the hall".

California, my adopted home state, is famous for alternative medical practices, like re-birthing experiences. I can't say that I would want to go through that again, although my memory of my first birth is nil. I am not really sure how they conduct that rebirthing thing, but I fear they may have some artificial vagina that you crawl through or something. Since I don't like caves, this would not be particularly appealing to me. I am here now. That's all that matters. I don't see how rebirthing is going to really help me in my life at this point. The "Curious Case of Benjamin Button", I am not.

I stared at those pictures of my new grandson and saw my son as a baby again. I was flooded with those wonderful memories. When you look at the face of a new baby for the first time, you see the future. A little boy with your same last name will be growing up, playing baseball, graduating college, and if you are fortunate enough to live two more decades or so, you may experience the eyes of another generation when he becomes a father. Babies represent newness and life, but sadly, they also remind us older folks that our clock is running down. I am not really worried about that clock; I am just going to enjoy the moment - the moment that I became a grandfather, and all of the years to come.

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