We spent the night at the hospital with Ava. It was the first night we had spent there since the hospital stay when Ava was born. I would have been all right without having to do that again, but it was necessary. The nurses in the pediatrics ward were just as great as the nurses I'd had in the maternity ward.
I was worried we'd have another night as bad as the first and need another breathing treatment, but the oral steroids finally kicked in and the stridor improved through the night. We all got a decent night sleep all things considered. The nurse had to wake us every four hours so we could help her check Ava's vitals, but aside from those 10 minute awakenings we all slept through. Any mother of a newborn would think that's a great night's sleep.
And so we're home again. Things aren't quite back to normal, but we're heading there.
A Speech Pathologist Mother and Her Daughter Diagnosed with Childhood Apraxia of Speech
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Wishes are not always granted.
We did go to our doctor's office. The receptionists listened to Ava strain to breathe in horror for a short period of time before sending us straight to the emergency room where her oxygen level was 91. I thought that sounded pretty good. Just like getting an A- on a test. Apparently not.
We pinned her down while she strained to breathe in enough air for the next scream during her breathing treatment. Then we pinned her down while they gave her a dose of oral steroids. She promptly choked half of that back up. Then they told us they just needed to observe her for two hours before sending us home.
An hour later the stridor was back. That earned us another delightful breathing treatment and an admission to the children's ward. And that's the current update.
We pinned her down while she strained to breathe in enough air for the next scream during her breathing treatment. Then we pinned her down while they gave her a dose of oral steroids. She promptly choked half of that back up. Then they told us they just needed to observe her for two hours before sending us home.
An hour later the stridor was back. That earned us another delightful breathing treatment and an admission to the children's ward. And that's the current update.
Friday, September 30, 2011
How to properly ring in the change of seasons...
In our house, it wouldn't be fall unless we pick up a child from school with a 102.5 degree fever, wheezing, and the croup. Please, oh please let this pass quickly, relatively painlessly, and without a trip to the emergency room. And while I'm wishing, it would be awfully nice to not pass the illness around through all members of the family including the grandparents this time.
The first illness award this year goes to Ava. It is interesting though. The last time Ava was sick, last spring, she couldn't really communicate about it. This time, just as the 4 hour dose of acetaminophen was wearing off she came to me and said, "Mama, my mouth hurts." As pitiful as that was, I was grateful that she finally has the words to tell me.
The first illness award this year goes to Ava. It is interesting though. The last time Ava was sick, last spring, she couldn't really communicate about it. This time, just as the 4 hour dose of acetaminophen was wearing off she came to me and said, "Mama, my mouth hurts." As pitiful as that was, I was grateful that she finally has the words to tell me.
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