For the past week The Son has been home with a cough. He’d seem like he was doing better in the day and then the night would hit and whammo, hacking, unproductive coughing fits (unproductive means he couldn’t cough up any phlegm in medical lingo). This past weekend it got pretty bad and we actually packed up our bags and prepared for yet another hospital trip.
A friend laughed at me and said ‘How bad is it when you’ve been admitted to the hospital enough times that you know to pre-pack a bag?’ My response, ‘Real Bad!’
Lucky for us we managed to survive the weekend without a trip to the ER, and first thing this morning we trekked down to the doc’s office to see what the heck is going on with The Son.
We weren’t seeing our normal doc, but when we got there he was standing in reception and he hurried out to see The Son. He gave him a quick once over, asked the receptionist who we were seeing and assured me that she was a really good doc and that The Son was in good hands.
We were ushered in to the see the new doc and she was very nice, very friendly and she gave The Son’s chest a listen to, she checked out his nasal passages because they were rattling with each breath, she felt his tummy and palpitated or whatever it is that they do, and she finally announced that she heard no signs of pneumonia.
She prescribed a new ventilin because The Son’s was now empty, she gave us scrips for some new steroids that’ll make his lungs super strong and a body builder jealous. He is also getting some steroids for his little nose, to help clear things up there so my little nose breather can once again take a breath without mucus getting in the way.
I know that this entry doesn’t even come close to indicating the level of stress that I’ve been under. With two hospitalizations for The Son since 2008, the last one just four months ago, all the emotions from those other visits came flooding back and I began to sink into a bad place. But with three simple words ‘it’s not pneumonia’ those fears and worries were chased back into the dark recesses of my brain and I promise to try and not bring them out to play with again.
Right now The Son is sleeping in his wheel chair right next to me, because he still can’t lie on his back due to it making him get all plugged up and unable to breath and it causes coughing fits, so we’re not free and clear yet but the fact that he’s sleeping is making me very happy. He hasn’t really slept since Friday night. which means I haven’t slept since Friday night.
Mommy is tired so she’s going to climb onto the sofa and hopefully dream through the night with no interuptions from coughing, crying children who need their Mom’s help to breath again.