Friday, May 11, 2007
Croup De Ville
Last night was an adventure, to say the least.
WildMan has had a slight cold for several days now. Nothing to serious, just a litle runny nose and a dry cough. I expected it since anytime I leave him with someone over a weekend he seems to get sick. Just par for the course I suspect.
Yesterday. I picked the kids up from daycare and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Both kids were in good spirits and acting crazy like they always do. We set off to the car. As soon as I got WildMan into the car seat I noticed that something was wrong. He was wheezing really bad and sounded horrible. I knew this couldn't be good.
I got DramaQueen in the car and home we went. Alpha Male needed to make a Lottery Ticket run so I let him take the van with the kids in tow. Hey, anything to get a headstart on dinner without them fussing and trying to knaw their arm off is fine by me! I was making bar-b-que pork chops, mac n cheese, stuffing, and seasoned cabbage and needed the few extra minutes to get everything started.
When they got home, of course WM thought that it was immediately time to eat and proceeded to throw a fit because I couldn't fill his belly RIGHT. NOW! He was sent to his room by Daddy to get it out of his system. Usually it only takes a few minutes and he is back to happy boy again. This time I heard him raving for a while. AM even went in there and sat with him to try and calm him down since he was already having problems breathing.
Well, all through dinner WM sounded like an 80 year old man with emphazema (sp?) and I just knew that he had croup again. After dinner, I packed him up and to Urgent Care we went. I was told that he was in obvious breathing distress and that if the treatment didn't work that I would have to take him the the Children's ER in Charlotte. His oxygen level was low, and he was starting to wear out which is dangerous. The nurse (who was really sweet & had a thick British accent) played with WM a bit and then gave us his mask to give him an albuterol treatment.
Boy was that fun! He screamed and cried the entire time. He was not a happy boy. But after a few minutes he stopped trying to claw my hands off and instead was wrapping his little fingers around my fingers as he sobbed. It tore my heart out, but I knew that it had to be done. They also gave him some liquid steriods and after about 25 minutes he was doing a lot better. They checked us out with a prescription for liquid albuterol and prednisone and told us that if he started wheezing like that again to take him to his DR or the Children's ER. I was also told to stay with him tonight in case he started having problems again.
So I got his meds filled and put him to bed. After CSI and ER I camped out on a bunch of blankets on his floor and slept besdie his bed. I am happy to report that this morning he shows no signs of wheezing, but I told the daycare to watch him really closely (since she never noticed he was wheezing in the first place which kind of upsets me) and call me if he has another attack.
All I know is that I am sure glad that he appears to be feeling better and I hope this doesn't become a regular thing. And I can truly sympathize with those of you (CPA Mom) who have asthmatic (sp?) children and have to give them home treatments. That was NOT fun and I hope that I never have to do it again.
So that was my fun night! How was yours?
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