Saturday, February 20, 2016
This kid loves Target
I mean, loves it! He never fusses and always has such a great time every time we go. It is my go to errand every weekend now.
This trip he decided he did not want to sit the right way. I got a lot of dirty looks from people for letting him ride that way. But after turning him around a dozen times I gave up and let him have fun.
His favorite part is running to the car. This kid is going to be my roller coaster buddy. He loves the wind in his face, going fast, and being upside down!
And every time he passes out on the way home.
This trip he decided he did not want to sit the right way. I got a lot of dirty looks from people for letting him ride that way. But after turning him around a dozen times I gave up and let him have fun.
His favorite part is running to the car. This kid is going to be my roller coaster buddy. He loves the wind in his face, going fast, and being upside down!
And every time he passes out on the way home.
Mason's ER visit
Almost three weeks ago (Monday, Feb 1st) Mason took his first trip to the ER. He started sneezing a lot on Saturday and developed a runny nose. Throughout the day he threw up on me once and had many messy diapers. By that night he had become fussy and was not sleeping well. Sunday, he started having issues breathing. I thought it was just congestion from a cold but then Sunday night into Monday his breathing became more of a struggle and the wheezing began. He was doing exactly what all the doctors tell you to look for. I could see his ribs and his neck muscles going in and out when he breathed, it was very fast and labored; he would grunt and have deep coughs; he was hoarse; and you could clearly hear the whistling of wheezing without having to get close to him. I did the Vicks vapor rub, humidifier, hot shower, etc, etc but nothing was working.
I called the doctor Monday morning and they got us in at 9 am. Once we got there, the doctor confirmed he was having difficulty breathing. She was pleased to see he was happy and acting normal. That meant he was getting enough oxygen. I was shocked to hear he had a double ear infection. He didn't have a fever and he was no where near the fussy range he normally is when he gets them. I would have never known if we hadn't taken him to be checked out.
She wanted to try the albuterol breathing treatment plus a steriod shot to see if that would calm his breathing down. He did not like it at all. After the first treatment, we waited for him to settle down and the doctor came back and re-evaluated him. Since she was not happy with what she saw, she ordered another round of the nebulizer. This time he slept through it. This made mommy's arms very happy. And since he did so good on the 2nd dose, the doctor ordered another round because he was still breathing too fast. He pitched a good one for me during that one.
I was hot and exhausted from holding him after the third treatment so we took a walk in the hallway while we waited to be evaluated again by the doctor. Mason was tired and we were both getting hungry. Thankfully we didn't have to wait long but we did not get the news we wanted to hear. His wheezing had stopped, his breathing was less labored but he was still having a hard time with it, and he was still breathing too fast. The doctor was not ok with us going home so that meant we had to go to the ER. They did give us his nebulizer and prescriptions for the double ear infection and albuterol.
I, like most mothers, did the only rational thing you would do when your child is having breathing problems and you are told by a doctor after spending two hours in their office to go to the hospital... I turned on my emergency flashers, put the pedal to the metal, and headed straight there. :) Not sure how, but I didn't see one cop the whole way there. We got checked in within a half hour or so after being there. The doctor's office called ahead and let them know we were coming. The nurses hooked him up to the heart monitor and the blood/oxygen level monitor. Those beeps and dings brought back a lot of bad memories. But we hung in there and got through it.
At this point, the steroids had kicked in and Mason was bouncing off the walls. My arms where already exhausted from holding him since 9 am and here it was, going on 1, and he had nowhere to let all his energy out at. I was surprised, for a pediatric ER, they had us in a small hospital bed. That meant, my climbing up the walls child had to be held by me at all times or he would fall off the bed and literally climb up the walls. Getting him to not pull his monitor wires out was hard enough. Doing that and entertaining him was completely exhausting.
The doctor ordered another breathing treatment and a good suctioning of the nose. It was sooo funny watching Mason go from flirt to pissed off in a split second. He thought he was Mr Big-stuff with all these women pouring over him. Then they stuck the suction tube up his nose. I felt bad but I was laughing the entire time. Poor kid. Ha!
The breathing treatment went a lot smoother. I was able to sit in the bed and hold him while the doctor held the mask up to his face. He didn't mind that near as much. After all that excitement, he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He passed out in my arms. My poor, exhausted arms.
After he got good and asleep I attempted to lay him in the bed next to me. Nope. As soon as I laid him down those big eyes popped open and he started laughing. No rest for the weary. After complaining to the nurse about not having anything to eat or drink since before 9 am, she brought us crackers, yogurt, juice, and water. I gave most of it to Mason and then made the executive decision to put him in his car seat. It was a little difficult with the wires but we figured it out. So I laid on the bed and stretched while I kept Mason from pulling all his monitors off.
It was going on 5 pm and Mason was still being "monitored". At this point I was over it and told them to admit us or let us go home. So the doctor came in and gave us instructions so we could go. After another hour we were discharged and I was on my way to Buffalo Wild Wings to curb side take out my dinner. Mason slept the whole way home and got a belly full when we got there.
We started the breathing treatments every 4 hours as the doctor had prescribed. He would rotate, screaming versus content, for each round. I was so thankful for the bit of sleep I was getting that I didn't mind getting up in the middle of the night to give him a bottle and another treatment. As the days went on, he got a bit more use to it and we started reducing the number he received. We had a follow-up appointment at the pediatrician's office on Wednesday. They were pleased with his progress but warned we were not out of the woods yet.
Friday he finally started to be himself again so we took a trip to Chick-fil-a for lunch. He loved it! I do not know what he enjoyed more, all the attention he got or the food. He ate almost a whole chicken strip and a couple of fries.
He was able to go back to daycare on Monday but by mid week he developed a yuck cough and runny nose. His breathing has been ok but I give him an extra treatment each time he gets to coughing a lot. Since he hasn't gotten much better, we are going to see the doctor tomorrow. He has been pulling at his ears (which he has never done before) and his left eye is red. Hopefully we can get this thing beat so we can have some fun next weekend. I am over being cooped up in this house. We went out Saturday but it was too cold to stay out very long. Plus the wind was horrible. It took everything I had to keep him and the grocery cart upright walking in and out of the store. Thankfully, some good people were out and helped me scoop up his diaper bag items that were strewn all over the road by the wind.
I called the doctor Monday morning and they got us in at 9 am. Once we got there, the doctor confirmed he was having difficulty breathing. She was pleased to see he was happy and acting normal. That meant he was getting enough oxygen. I was shocked to hear he had a double ear infection. He didn't have a fever and he was no where near the fussy range he normally is when he gets them. I would have never known if we hadn't taken him to be checked out.
She wanted to try the albuterol breathing treatment plus a steriod shot to see if that would calm his breathing down. He did not like it at all. After the first treatment, we waited for him to settle down and the doctor came back and re-evaluated him. Since she was not happy with what she saw, she ordered another round of the nebulizer. This time he slept through it. This made mommy's arms very happy. And since he did so good on the 2nd dose, the doctor ordered another round because he was still breathing too fast. He pitched a good one for me during that one.
I was hot and exhausted from holding him after the third treatment so we took a walk in the hallway while we waited to be evaluated again by the doctor. Mason was tired and we were both getting hungry. Thankfully we didn't have to wait long but we did not get the news we wanted to hear. His wheezing had stopped, his breathing was less labored but he was still having a hard time with it, and he was still breathing too fast. The doctor was not ok with us going home so that meant we had to go to the ER. They did give us his nebulizer and prescriptions for the double ear infection and albuterol.
I, like most mothers, did the only rational thing you would do when your child is having breathing problems and you are told by a doctor after spending two hours in their office to go to the hospital... I turned on my emergency flashers, put the pedal to the metal, and headed straight there. :) Not sure how, but I didn't see one cop the whole way there. We got checked in within a half hour or so after being there. The doctor's office called ahead and let them know we were coming. The nurses hooked him up to the heart monitor and the blood/oxygen level monitor. Those beeps and dings brought back a lot of bad memories. But we hung in there and got through it.
At this point, the steroids had kicked in and Mason was bouncing off the walls. My arms where already exhausted from holding him since 9 am and here it was, going on 1, and he had nowhere to let all his energy out at. I was surprised, for a pediatric ER, they had us in a small hospital bed. That meant, my climbing up the walls child had to be held by me at all times or he would fall off the bed and literally climb up the walls. Getting him to not pull his monitor wires out was hard enough. Doing that and entertaining him was completely exhausting.
The doctor ordered another breathing treatment and a good suctioning of the nose. It was sooo funny watching Mason go from flirt to pissed off in a split second. He thought he was Mr Big-stuff with all these women pouring over him. Then they stuck the suction tube up his nose. I felt bad but I was laughing the entire time. Poor kid. Ha!
The breathing treatment went a lot smoother. I was able to sit in the bed and hold him while the doctor held the mask up to his face. He didn't mind that near as much. After all that excitement, he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He passed out in my arms. My poor, exhausted arms.
After he got good and asleep I attempted to lay him in the bed next to me. Nope. As soon as I laid him down those big eyes popped open and he started laughing. No rest for the weary. After complaining to the nurse about not having anything to eat or drink since before 9 am, she brought us crackers, yogurt, juice, and water. I gave most of it to Mason and then made the executive decision to put him in his car seat. It was a little difficult with the wires but we figured it out. So I laid on the bed and stretched while I kept Mason from pulling all his monitors off.
It was going on 5 pm and Mason was still being "monitored". At this point I was over it and told them to admit us or let us go home. So the doctor came in and gave us instructions so we could go. After another hour we were discharged and I was on my way to Buffalo Wild Wings to curb side take out my dinner. Mason slept the whole way home and got a belly full when we got there.
We started the breathing treatments every 4 hours as the doctor had prescribed. He would rotate, screaming versus content, for each round. I was so thankful for the bit of sleep I was getting that I didn't mind getting up in the middle of the night to give him a bottle and another treatment. As the days went on, he got a bit more use to it and we started reducing the number he received. We had a follow-up appointment at the pediatrician's office on Wednesday. They were pleased with his progress but warned we were not out of the woods yet.
Friday he finally started to be himself again so we took a trip to Chick-fil-a for lunch. He loved it! I do not know what he enjoyed more, all the attention he got or the food. He ate almost a whole chicken strip and a couple of fries.
He was able to go back to daycare on Monday but by mid week he developed a yuck cough and runny nose. His breathing has been ok but I give him an extra treatment each time he gets to coughing a lot. Since he hasn't gotten much better, we are going to see the doctor tomorrow. He has been pulling at his ears (which he has never done before) and his left eye is red. Hopefully we can get this thing beat so we can have some fun next weekend. I am over being cooped up in this house. We went out Saturday but it was too cold to stay out very long. Plus the wind was horrible. It took everything I had to keep him and the grocery cart upright walking in and out of the store. Thankfully, some good people were out and helped me scoop up his diaper bag items that were strewn all over the road by the wind.
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