Fortunately our kids are pretty much like us. I don't think any of them have puked in about a year and a half, and none of them have been to a doctor for illness...in so long that I don't even remember (I think Caleb had an ear infection when he was 5 or something).
But poor Gabriel...he had his second ER trip last night. My only child who has had to visit the ER.
His first trip you may recall...I wrote about it back in March 2010. He fell HARD into the corner of a wall and split his forehead open badly. That was traumatic for me and my 16-month-old!
|Gabriel in March of 2010|
Last night at about 10:30, he woke up coughing so hard and wheezing and gasping for air. It sounded so horrible. It scared me, but I wasn't sure what to do. Give him Tylenol? Find some cough medicine? Prop him upright on the couch and hope it helped? Josh and I did our best to calm him down (he was very upset, understandably so), and we did give him Tylenol (no cough medicine in our house for some reason). We put him on the couch, and Josh stayed out with him and I went to our room to be with Leah (who is still in a pack-n-play in our room for now).
By about 2:00 am, Josh came into our room and told me that it wasn't getting better, he was still gasping for air at times and wheezing. Maybe it's bad we waited, I just was hoping it would get better by propping him up on the couch. At that time, Josh loaded him up in the car and left for the ER. I really hate that I couldn't take him, but with me nursing Leah in the middle of the night (and that time was coming up soon) we just thought it would be best for me to stay and Josh to go.
He kept me updated via texts.
The second he arrived, Gabriel went straight back.
According to my texts, it took less than about 20 minutes for the doc to get breathing treatments set up and going for Gabriel from the time they walked into the door.
Josh said he did amazing, didn't fight it or anything. He said he didn't cry or become upset when they had to draw blood. They are seriously the best lab techs ever.
Start to finish was three hours. It seems like everything from breathing treatments to labs to chest xray didn't take long at all, but they kept hearing the wheezing and wanted to keep him until the steroid kicked in to help.
The diagnosis was croup. My best friend's boys have had this, but I didn't realize how bad it could get. They sent him home with a nebulizer, and we'll be doing breathing treatments for a while.
I still find it difficult to go to the ER or take my kids, and I don't know why. I must admit that working in the ER for a short time when I was employed last year did open my eyes to the petty stuff people come in for (I'm not being a jerk, seriously one time I put an arm band on a guy who said his thumb hurt). I don't want to exhaust the resource, but I know it's there for things like 2:00 am wheezing children.
And when it comes to kids, it's always better to be safe than sorry.
Here's hoping we won't be going to the ER again for a very, very long time.