Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Just a little more for today...

I mentioned in my last post that the day that Declan ended up in the hospital, we had planned on going to Lowe's. Well, Greg went ahead and went, and ordered these beauties! All but the refrigerator were installed before I even got home from the hosptial one day. We can turn the dishwasher on anytime, it's so quiet we don't have to wait until we are going to bed. The oven actually works (anyone who has ever attempted to use my oven can attest to that). The microwave is purty... but that fridge. It's amazing!

I've got lot's more to post, it's just a slow going around here.....

I'm a 10:00 - 2:00 Kinda Gal...

I am not a morning person. I'm not really an night owl either. I'm a 10:00 to 2:00 kinda gal I guess.

The evening of the last post I made to this blog seems like 100 years ago. That night Declan woke up burning up with fever, and had trouble breathing. I gave him a breathing treatment and Motrin and put him in bed with me. Hindsight is 20/20 for sure. He was exhibiting at leat 8 symptoms of distressed breathing, none of which alarmed me as much as it should have (and definitely will in the future...). We decided to wait and see how he was feeling in the morning, figuring that lying down was partly the cause of his congestion.

The next morning, he seemed tired, but okayish. Until he came upstairs to find me panicking that he could not breathe. I gave him another breathing treatment which I didn't think helped much and decided to take him to Urgent Care. The plan for our morning was to take D to Urgent care, get lunch at Chipotle and go to Lowes before Maren's nap (LOL!). After waiting at Urgent care for about 30 minutes, Greg decided to go to Lowe's anyway. After about 1 1/2 hrs wait time, the receptionist decided to mention to a nurse that D was 'having trouble breathing' and a nurse came out to the waiting room to take Declan's air oxygenation (90%) ummmm. Yeah, on room air, this child could not breathe. They immediately rush us into a room and put him on oxygen and start a breathing treatment. Then the Doctor decides he should be at the emergency room and calls an ambulance (which, by the way, came with lights and sirens for him).

I call Greg to let him know, and he thinks I'm kidding.

It's is moments like these that I realize I am not equipped to do this job. That my 'wait and see' approach to life could really bite me some day. I also realize that right now is not the time for *me* to cry, but no matter how hard I tried not to, I just could not help it. I told Declan how sorry I was that he had suffered and I had not taken more immediate action. He, on the other hand, is very brave. I know he is looking to me for clues about what is going on, and I'm sitting over there doing the ugly cry. Nice. Anywhoo, the paramedics get him all hooked up to their oxygen, load my tiny little guy onto the huge stretcher and out to the ambulance we go.

Our ride of maybe 1 1/2 - 2 miles was thankfully uneventful, the paramedic told me that no one will ever judge me for taking my child directly to the emergency room if he can't breathe. He was a 'code 2 respiratory distress' and a bunch of things I've since forgotten. The emergency room was waiting for us. This is where another experience happened for me... my cell phone would not put a call thru, so I had to *text* Greg what was happening. My text took me about 10 minutes to do, and each word was completely spelled out. Since I don't think I even have texting on my plan, I can't wait to see what that is going to cost. Really, I wonder what this whole thing is going to cost (shudders).

Long story shorter by a few paragraphs, Declan had asthma exacerbated pnuemonia, and had to be admitted into the hospital for 5 days. I think he liked the special attention he got, and that I stayed there every night with him. Greg and I would switch off during the days and I could go home to shower and take care of things only I knew existed. Thankfully during this time, my Mom came to help out. Thank GOD!

Declan was released from the hospital just in time for us to get to Teagan's last day of school party at preschool. Declan went one more week and was done the first week of June.

The first week of June was also when we laid our sweet Milo to rest. He declined rather drastically the week that Declan was in the hospital. Once we were back home and attempting to get back into the swing of things, is we began to notice how poorly Milo was doing.

Things have begun to settle down for us around here. Thankfully. I'm glad to have my boring old routine back, that is for sure! Hope you are all well!