Twilight Zone - G in the hospital
I got an email from a friend that says she took a 4 hour nap and woke up feeling like it was the next day... twilight zone.
That is how I am feeling since coming home from the hospital. I can't wait to feel like things are normal again.
Saturday morning I called the doctor because G had been sick through the night and was finding no relief. He was lethargic... again, and despite his fever breaking seemed really troubled by his asthma.
After 3, yes 3 breathing treatments in the office, the ambulance was called and we were shipped to the hospital. I wasn't expecting that on Saturday! His oxygen levels were in the 70's compared to the 'normal' 95-100 range. He was stable when we got there so they sent us to the waiting room to sign in. In the 10 minutes that we were waiting for triage he had dropped again and right after that they sent us back. They worked on him for quite a while. Poor kid. He was such a trooper and I just held him tight and sang to him while they worked. After IV, steroids, oxygen and extensive breathing treatments he was stable. We didn't have to go to the ICU, instead they just admitted us. He made a significant jump after the steroid. He was asking for drinks and crackers. It was good.
As we came up to his room his IV somehow got pulled out and blood was shooting everywhere... including on my new WHITE boots!!! He was freaking out! Other than that it was a smooth transition! Oh, and the time he freaked out because he wanted to go home. Dad and Q were leaving and we had to stay! He didn't like it! I was able to calm him down, but for half of the night he would say 'go home'! All of the nurses thought he was telling them to go, which is probably valid, but he just wanted out!
He did really well throughout the night. The big test is oxygen levels. If he isn't getting it then you can't leave. And, as you sleep your levels drop. For the most part he did really well. He was able to sleep, I should know, I was AWAKE watching him for most of the night! He perked up quite a bit by morning. Our pediatrician was amazed when she came to see us.
We were able to leave at lunchtime and he seems to be doing well. He is on a million meds, but, I'm glad we have them. He was diagnosed with an asthma attack. He has pneumonia which they thought worsened his ability to get air.
Anyway, I was BEYOND tired since I also didn't sleep the night prior to all of this. Today, I'm feeling a bit more like things are normal. We went to the ped again this morning and she says things look good. He is still sick, but he is breathing.
I guess it has to be SOMETHING. Some little boys give their mom's trauma by flushing things down toilets, or beating up other kids, or breaking their limbs. None of these are my son, but it is challenging watching your child, helplessly. I guess that is the one we get. I'm glad he's okay. It's good having my bright and cheery little guy back.
That is how I am feeling since coming home from the hospital. I can't wait to feel like things are normal again.
Saturday morning I called the doctor because G had been sick through the night and was finding no relief. He was lethargic... again, and despite his fever breaking seemed really troubled by his asthma.
After 3, yes 3 breathing treatments in the office, the ambulance was called and we were shipped to the hospital. I wasn't expecting that on Saturday! His oxygen levels were in the 70's compared to the 'normal' 95-100 range. He was stable when we got there so they sent us to the waiting room to sign in. In the 10 minutes that we were waiting for triage he had dropped again and right after that they sent us back. They worked on him for quite a while. Poor kid. He was such a trooper and I just held him tight and sang to him while they worked. After IV, steroids, oxygen and extensive breathing treatments he was stable. We didn't have to go to the ICU, instead they just admitted us. He made a significant jump after the steroid. He was asking for drinks and crackers. It was good.
As we came up to his room his IV somehow got pulled out and blood was shooting everywhere... including on my new WHITE boots!!! He was freaking out! Other than that it was a smooth transition! Oh, and the time he freaked out because he wanted to go home. Dad and Q were leaving and we had to stay! He didn't like it! I was able to calm him down, but for half of the night he would say 'go home'! All of the nurses thought he was telling them to go, which is probably valid, but he just wanted out!
He did really well throughout the night. The big test is oxygen levels. If he isn't getting it then you can't leave. And, as you sleep your levels drop. For the most part he did really well. He was able to sleep, I should know, I was AWAKE watching him for most of the night! He perked up quite a bit by morning. Our pediatrician was amazed when she came to see us.
We were able to leave at lunchtime and he seems to be doing well. He is on a million meds, but, I'm glad we have them. He was diagnosed with an asthma attack. He has pneumonia which they thought worsened his ability to get air.
Anyway, I was BEYOND tired since I also didn't sleep the night prior to all of this. Today, I'm feeling a bit more like things are normal. We went to the ped again this morning and she says things look good. He is still sick, but he is breathing.
I guess it has to be SOMETHING. Some little boys give their mom's trauma by flushing things down toilets, or beating up other kids, or breaking their limbs. None of these are my son, but it is challenging watching your child, helplessly. I guess that is the one we get. I'm glad he's okay. It's good having my bright and cheery little guy back.