Excuse the lack of posts.
Anyone who has a child with allergies and asthma knows what a scary world it can be to live in. We had Owen’s lifestyle down pat for a while there. His asthma was not an issue, unless a random cold would pop up. We spent the first year of his life getting ahold of everything around him, making sure that he would not be exposed to any of his triggers.
Even though life in a bubble is not the most exciting, he out grew a few things. Only to developed a few extra ones along the way.
Owen this past weekend came across one of his infamous allergens, and it snowballed into an exaggerated asthma attack that landed us in the hospital for two days. Saturday night he got so sick, so rapidly it was scary to witness. His breathing was fast, his cough was ten times worse than a croup cough, you could hear him across the room as he was resting because his wheezing was so loud! Fever, vomiting … Oh! It was not a fun night. We knew that following morning we had to get him in to be seen.
Our pediatrician told us to take him straight to Rainbow Babies Hospital, so off we went Sunday morning. Our stay in the hospital was enlightening and discouraging. It didn’t take long for us to realize the situation was worse than we had anticipated. We figured he would get a dose of his usual steroids, and we would continue his breathing treatments at home. But, he needed a lot more help than what we could offer.
It was so sad to see Owen back there, it took us straight back to when he was eight months old a few winters back. We actually we in the exact same room and bed that we were the first time around. So we joked that Owen felt right at home.
This time around though, trying to keep a two year old well rested and staying in bed was such a challenge. He was receiving breathing treatments every two hours, steroids, and other medications that made him as looney toon as you can imagine. So Oreos, popsicle ‘sand books were our token to a calming our rugrat down.
Owen kept asking for “my Brody”, telling me “I don’t like you!” He was agitated and missing his big brother. We were stuck like glue to each other in that bed, he did not want me to leave his side. Brought a whole new meaning of Owen being attached to mommy’s hip.
He quickly passed each phase of their “asthma care plan” for him, and we were released late Monday night.
We are happy knowing that we have an exact plan for his care now. A way to help control, and keep control of his asthma so these horrible few days do not happen again.
We’ll be on lock down for the rest of the week, seeing as Brody has developed a bad cold now too. These boys just can’t kick it!
The blog will not be on the top of my list this next week, seeing as my day is full of sitting with Owen doing his treatments, playing with Brody, maintaining the house and trying to get a shower in. But, I’ll do my best to stop in and say hello!
Santa is on his way, and I am sure runny nose or not we will soak up every ounce of joy that day.
P.S. A BIG thank you to all of the wonderful doctors and nurses that helped Owen over those two days. Your patience, kindness, and playful ways were greatly appreciated by his two tired worried parents!