St. Lucy buns and Mass in the morning, hospital at night. You never know how things are going to shake out. Your kid wakes you early because he's wheezing a little, and you think, No biggie. We have a nebulizer, thank you very much, right here in our very own kitchen. Seven hours and three nebulizer treatments later, the kid is not only still wheezing, but actually panting as he tells you, "I have to breathe fast to get any air." Um, okay. We have a nebulizer right here in our very own kitchen, and it has failed us.
So anyway, here we are. By now it's not just Helier and me, but also Aelred and Crispina, who had gone to work with her daddy today, and the nurses are asking which of the kids they can take home, and Crispina is begging to go home with Tammy, who has horses at her house and makes jewelry out of horsehair. Helier offers the information that he once felt his heart beating in his foot, but nobody's taking him home, entertaining though he is, because he can't breathe.
Shortly Crispina and I will go home, to our own regrettably horsehair-jewelry-free house, and Aelred will be here all night with Breathless Boy. Crispina is wishing that she could spend the night in the hospital someday. Aelred has advised her to go to a nice hotel instead, but as she points out, in a hotel you don't get to ride in wheelchairs or wear a hospital gown, and the beds don't go up and down.
Anyway, that's the news from here.
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Ouch! Hope Helier feels better soon, and tell Crispina that even though the beds don't go up and down they're WAY more comfortable in hotels, and no one wakes you up to stick needles in you. This is a bi plus, in my opinion.
I'm so sorry. We are having the opposite day. Thanks to having to take croupy baby to the ER this morning, our St. Lucy buns are just coming out of the oven now.
Oh, we've done croupy baby. I think that might be worse. At least after years of practice we know the asthma drill. Enjoy your belated buns.
And thanks, both of you. Off now to take the overnighters their jammies and toothbrushes.
That's scary! So far our nebulizer has not let us down...knock on wood.
Hope your little guy is up and running soon!
He's better already, though still in the hospital. One of the things concerning the doctors was that his skin looked very mottled -- that web-of-blue-veins effect that his very pale skin does have sometimes when he's cold -- but when I went back on the jammie run, he was looking much pinker and more normal. Still wheezing, but blood oxygen levels were pretty good, which is a relief. We'll see what the morning brings . . .
Saying some asthma prayers for your little guy... I know how he feels. Hope he's much better today!!!
Oh no! I'm so sorry. My Joshua has terrible trouble with his asthma too — our hospital day this week did not necessitate an overnight visit, however. Many prayers for you all.
Thank you! I'm about to call and see how the night went. In general, we feel pretty blessed in having gone two years without an ER run.
I remember those days with my brother. Hope he is well soon. We are having issues at the other end of life - my mom fell and fractured her pelvis 8 weeks after falling and breaking her ankle. Tell Crispina that a hospital stay is not fun if you are the guest of honor. After my surgery Gregg quipped that "this feels like a hotel." I muttered curses and would have decked him had I not been attached to those leg-squeezing things, an IV and oxygen.
Oh, your poor mom. I'll pray for her today.
And no, funny how it never feels like a vacation when it's *your* vacation. I have to say, though, that the boy is remarkably cheerful this morning. He's on the phone with his little sister now, telling her how he got Frosted Flakes for breakfast (I *never* buy cereal, so this is like Valhalla already). They took the IV port out of his arm, and he's full of albuterol, so is soaring . . . "I'm flying! Flying!"
Well, Crispina may get to go to the hospital someday to have a baby, but whether she will still want to do those things remains to be seen.
AMDG
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