Before I blog about Savannah’s surgery, I must first tell you what happened the night before… because it was insanity.
As I was getting ready for bed around 10:45p, I heard this loud, awful noise at the top of the stairs. Ben was in respiratory distress, majorly retracting and could not even speak. It happened SO quickly! He was perfectly fine when he had gone to bed just hours earlier.
I immediately got him started on a double dose of Albuterol via nebulizer. However, I began to worry when he was not moving air and struggling to breathe. His airway was swollen and sounded like it was beginning to obstruct! Ben was panicked (I would be too if I couldn’t breathe).
Thank God my BFF, Gen McNulty, had flown in from California to be with us for Sav’s surgery. She agreed that Ben needed treatment. So, we loaded him up and took him to the ER. (Now, if you know me, it takes a LOT for me to even take my kids to the Pediatrician’s office).
At this time, it was about 11:30p and we had to be up in a matter of HOURS for Sav’s surgery. (Of course! …I can count on my fingers the number of times we have had to go to the ER and OF COURSE we are there on the morning of Sav’s surgery! Oh the irony).
Ben slowly started to calm down & breathe better as we waited (for eternity) in the ER, so I made the decision to bring him back home and treat him myself. I gave him another double dose of Albuterol as soon as we arrived home and kicked Joe to the couch. One of us needed to get some sleep that night. As for me, I slept with one eye open~ fixated directly on my poor, sweet Benny.
Around 3:00am, Ben woke me up with that horrible stridor again and he was panicked, having trouble breathing. I gave him another breathing treatment and by 3:45am, nothing was helping (I was thinking “grrrreat~ we are about to have to take him back up to the ER!”). I tried one more thing: I locked ourselves in the bathroom and started the shower & sinks with HOT water…hoping that maybe the steam would calm his airway down. He finally fell asleep on the bathroom floor. I curled up beside him and had a 45 minute cat nap before my alarm went off at 4:45am.
Ben was breathing much better that morning, so I felt comfortable leaving him with Aunt Ashley. Later that afternoon, when Sav was in recovery, Joe rushed home and took Ben to the pediatrician. He was diagnosed with severe bronchitis and the early stages of walking pneumonia! (WOW!) Poor dude. After some antibiotics and days of breathing treatments around the clock, he is doing much better!
What a night!!! I was functioning on 45 minutes of sleep within 48 hours. Neato.
…to be continued