All Better

Does he look mad?  Because he totally is.  In the middle of our second & last night in the hospital, he started standing up in his jail crib refusing to sleep there any longer.  I put the rails up in my bed & let him sleep in my arms. 

He screamed bloody murder if I tried to put him back in the crib later.

As soon as the doctor told us we could leave, he started saying, "Bye." 

And as soon as I put his shoes on, he bolted to the door. 

Marcus left an event to come pick us up & we've been home ever since.  Isaiah's appetite & energy are back to normal.  And I have my giggling, mischevious loving son back. 

It was pretty sad seeing him all hooked up & trapped, & yes it really sucked being there for two days.  But being in that hospital, I couldn't stop thinking of how blessed we were that it wasn't worse.  I hold him tighter every time he lets me. 

We are blessed.

First Time Hospital Patient

My dearest son is lying in a hospital crib next to me hooked up to IVs & monitors & respiratory assistants. It's so sad. We are here for the night. Marcus is at home gathering things for our stay like toothbrushes & clothes & a soft blanket for Isaiah.

The breathing issues started last night. He woke up every half hour crying. We held him & softly coaxed him back to sleep. I stayed home with him today & Marcus ran some errands for the business.

He struggled through his nap & was very lethargic & although he didn't cry, he also didn't smile or talk as he normally does a LOT. When I noticed his chest caving in when he breathed, I got a little concerned & decided to email his doctor a video if his breathing. Shortly after she responded, "You need to bring him in."

Marcus stopped washing dishes & came over. I threw clothes on me & Isaiah & gathered my computer & his bag.

It wasn't soon after we arrived that they called him back. Some dumb assistant came in & checked something & said a certain number had to be at a certain point. I asked what that meant & she said it was good. I didn't pursue the reasoning any longer. The doctor came in & listened to him breathe. She was almost immediately certain that we were going to the ER. It sounded like he was having a hard time breathing in, that the problems were coming from his throat rather than his chest. Which meant it wasn't congestion rather it was swelling of the vocal cords - narrowing of his airways - croup. She confirmed it & sent us to the ER.

The receptionist made sure to inform us that usually the visit was much more expensive than the doctor was charging us.  Great because apparently Marcus's insurance had been cancelled, & he forgot to tell me.  I was planning on getting insurance soon but only to get better coverage & coverage for me. 

When they took us a back, a swarm of doctors & nurses came in & took Isaiah to be treated.  First they did an epinephrine treatment.  Then steroids.  Then they were gone; they had to wait a few hours for the treatment to work & to see if he would require more. 

We watched Miss Universe.  Our favorite was Miss Venezuala, but she didn't make it to the top 10.  Our second guess was Angola & she won.  Marcus joked with the nurses the next few hours about how he was too busy to follow their instructions because he was watching the girls.  I told Isaiah to pay attention to the girls when they would threaten another treatment.

The first set didn't take, so they gave him another, told us he was staying, hooked up an IV so he could get fluids, & moved us to a room upstairs.  We decided Marcus would work the event in the morning & I would stay with Isaiah.  Thank goodness I brought the computer; I prepared lists & labels for food & sent Marcus on his way.  He went to get us dinner & a bag of things I requested.  He returned & said goodnight. 

Here we are together.  It's quiet now, but soon either the nurses will return to check him or he will be startled by his cough & wake up crying. 

My poor baby.