The scare of the century
Tuesday afternoon, all was fine. I picked up my little boy from school and took him home for some dinner and playtime before bed. At 8 o'clock, everything was fine. I brushed his teeth, read a story, and tucked him snugly into bed for what I thought would be another peaceful evening. At about 10:45 PM, everything became less than peaceful. He came running out of his room crying and gasping for air. Not good.
My husband and I throw on some clothes and go straight to the ER for a very long night. After they put him on a nebulizer and he blows chunks a couple of times, he strats to calm down. Great, but they decide they want to admit him to the hospital. Yay. He's still wheezing and coughing, so we figure that we're better safe than sorry.
They put him in a funky tent thing for him to breathe "good air." The diagnosis? Severe croup with respiratory distress. Now, I remember getting croup as a kid, but it never put me in the hospital!!!!! Nor, did it come on in a matter of hours! The kid was fine when I put him down for bed.
Anyway, he was released from the hospital around 9 this morning, and is doing much better. A few days of recovery at home, and I'm sure he'll be himself again.
I however, haven't slept in 2 days, and would love to crawl under a rock for hibernation right now. Ahhhh....the joys of parenthood.
My husband and I throw on some clothes and go straight to the ER for a very long night. After they put him on a nebulizer and he blows chunks a couple of times, he strats to calm down. Great, but they decide they want to admit him to the hospital. Yay. He's still wheezing and coughing, so we figure that we're better safe than sorry.
They put him in a funky tent thing for him to breathe "good air." The diagnosis? Severe croup with respiratory distress. Now, I remember getting croup as a kid, but it never put me in the hospital!!!!! Nor, did it come on in a matter of hours! The kid was fine when I put him down for bed.
Anyway, he was released from the hospital around 9 this morning, and is doing much better. A few days of recovery at home, and I'm sure he'll be himself again.
I however, haven't slept in 2 days, and would love to crawl under a rock for hibernation right now. Ahhhh....the joys of parenthood.
posted by Karen @ 10:38
1 Comments:
At 10/20/2005 11:24 AM,
Anonymous said…
It's an "oxygen tent" and I spent the majority of my childhood in one. If you can't go to the ER next time, just do what my dad did:
Tape several plastic garbage bags around something and make a tent. Get a vaporizer and hose it into the tent. Voila! Instant, home-made oxygen tent!
Another thing that helped when I couldn't breathe is sitting in a bathroom with the doors and windows closed and the shower turned on as hot as it could go. The steam will loosen any phlegm and, after some good chunky hacks, you'll be breathing nicely. A rhythmic percussion on the back of the intended (right around where the lungs are) will also loosen the crap from there. Trust me: This isn't child abuse!
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