Wednesday night, Heath wouldn't sleep. After getting up with him numerous times, I finally put him in bed with me. He proceeded to cough all night, and I tossed and turned with him. making a mental note to buy some cough medicine during my conference the next day.
Chris and his dad got up at 3:30 Thursday morning, got ready, kissed us goodbye, and at 4:00 headed out for Colorado on their elk hunting trip.
The rest of the morning went normally, until Mom called me at 9:30, to tell me she didn't think cough medicine would do the trick and I needed to take Heath to the Dr. I went and got Heath and took him to the Clinic here in Iraan. The doctor looked him over, they gave him a breathing treatment, took some X-Rays and sent us to our pediatrician in Odessa.
I picked up Mom and Hunter on the way to Odessa. When I got to the pediatricians office, they had just opened back up after lunch. They ushered Heath and I straight back (with no waiting, you should have seen the looks we got from the other patients). Dr. Ranga took one look at the poor baby and with out using her stethoscope said she was going to put him in the hospital because he was gray and she could hear him wheezing from across the room. My heart did a somersault. Did she just say HOSPITAL? It hadn't even occurred to me at this point that the hospital was even an option!
I went and got Mom from the waiting room, who proceeded to give Heath another breathing treatment while the nurses occupied Hunter. I was rushed to admitting to fill out the paperwork to put Heath in the hospital. When I reached the down stairs, I was ushered to the front of the admitting line, because Dr. Ranga had called down stairs and told them it was an emergency.
With in 20 minutes of getting to Dr. Ranga's office we were at the Hospital with a room and IV's running. They did a nasal swab and a throat swab, antibiotics, steroids, oxygen tent, 2 more sets of X-Rays and breathing treatments every two hours. I did not hold it together very well and had to leave the room when the swabs and IV's were being inserted. I called Chris to let him know he "owes me BIG time."
It was impossible to keep Hunter entertained, so my Dad came and got him, and took him to my wonderful boss, who kept him until my Mother-In-Law could get to my house to watch him.
The entire thing was such a whirl wind. We were finally released from the hospital yesterday, with more medicine than I could carry. We have a breathing machine to be used 3 times a day, daily Singular that he must take until April, and a steroid just in case he needs it again before we can reach a hospital.
Dr. Ranga was amazing, I love her. She did determine that it was not Pneumonia, but it was just a severe asthma attack. I now know what asthma looks like and can keep a better eye out for these symptoms, hopefully it won't get that bad again.
Sorry, no pictures, I did take some, but I don't have the energy to figure out how to get them off of my camera.
