Monday, August 2, 2010

Trip to the Hospital


Last week we had a surprise visit to the Hospital via an ambulance. Wesley thought it was way fun but it freaked me out. After dinner on Monday night we noticed Wes was making a lot of noise while breathing. Only a few minutes later it turned into him crying that he can't breath and we noticed he was really trying hard to breath. I then called the after hours pediatrician office and they wanted to see him right away. When we got into the doctors office they gave him a breathing treatment which didn't seem to help. They decided to give him a steroid which still didn't help increase his oxygen level. The doctor then decided that we should have him admitted to the hospital. The hospital that she wanted us to go to was about 15 minutes away and the doctor really wanted him to be watched so she called us an ambulance to ride over in. Wes was a little out of it to really enjoy it (it was really hard for him to even talk) but he has been talking about it for the last week.


After we got to the hospital they did breathing treatments all through the night with other respiratory treatments. They also took 2 chest x-rays trying to determine if it was pneumonia , RSV, or something like that. He got a little worse through the night, they said that at one point he was hardly using his right lung. So we got to stay most of the next day playing games, watching t.v., and eating the chocolate milkshakes that I am obsessed with (I ate so many when I was in the hospital delivering Bradley).Throughout the day he progressively got better. The team of doctors met with me and said that it most likely is Asama. They said that he had an asmantic reaction to a little cold infection that he had got. With no other history of Asama they didn't think that he would need any daily treatment but just to watch and see what happens when he gets another cold. It was a scary experience for me but Wesley loved the fact that he got to sleep in the hospital and ride in an ambulance.

1 comment:

shirley elizabeth said...

Holy cow he wasn't even running around or anything! Poor little guy. Asthma is no fun, and I can't imagine how hard it would be for a little kid to have to handle it.