A Tough Day

Today was hard.  Actually, starting last night was hard. Chase had a little cough as of yesterday morning, but by night, it had gotten pretty bad, so much so that John texted me to ask about the steroids we give her when she has a croup episode(I was out for the night)  By the time I got home, she had fallen asleep but was breathing very difficultly.  We decided it best for her to sleep with John b/c he can help her and fall asleep immediately, myself not so much.  By this morning, she had developed a temp and was still breathing rapidly and shallowly.  As soon as her dr. office opened, I called, and got us an appointment.

We ended up being there for 2 hours.  They tested her saturated oxygen level, it was lower than they like to see.  So she had to have a breathing treatment.  This scared her to death because they wanted her to have a mask on her face.  I had to hold her down pretty much while the nurse held the mask to her face.  Then they sent us to get a chest x-ray, she screamed during that and I couldn't be close since I'm pregnant.  A nice older lady held her hand.  Then back up to the doctor's office to wait for the x-ray to be read.  It showed bronchitis and the dr. said it probably would have turned into pneumonia if we hadn't come in.  By the time we were sent to x-ray, I couldn't handle it alone, so called John to come.  And luckily he only works 5 minutes away, so he could come quickly.  He made it in time to be back in the dr's office, for a 2nd breathing treatment, where he could hold her and she calmed down by then.

We were sent home with a couple of prescriptions, and she asked us to come back at 4 tonight to re-check her oxygen level before the weekend.

Oh my how parenting is scary!  You have decisions to make, and you wonder what is in the best interest of your child.  And in the blink of an eye things can change.  Of course plans get derailed.  That's one biggie I'm learning through parenting.  I think I know what we're doing today or tomorrow, but that can change quickly.  I'm thankful that I have a heavenly Father that is watching over me and my family, and know that I'm not in control of my life.  I need to trust Him.  It's not easy, but it is safe.

This makes me thankful for so many things:  health insurance, a healthy child ( I think of those that struggle with sickness and terminal illness, that must be so hard to go through, watching your child be so sick, especially if in a hospital), a loving husband/daddy that will drop his work to help us, a good doctor that took a good bit of time with us, not having to stress/juggle a work schedule with a sick child.  I could go on and on....it's always good for me to remember thankfulness.

And as my sweet girl naps now, I'm going to put my head down for a few too, before we head back to the clinic!