*Update #1 - Em slept through the night, in her own bed last night (a first this week)! Repeat performance please.
**Update #2 - She's catching on that the inhaler helps her feel better and didn't fight us this evening! yay.
It's been a rough couple weeks...including a majorly closed door at work, a fender bender, and a sick family. After everything, yesterday was pretty much the end of the rope for me. (Might not have made it through the week without the love and support of my amazing husband.) We spent almost 3 hours at the Dr's office yesterday and after 3 days of fever, what was supposed to be an 18 month Well Baby check-up turned into a breathing treatment followed by a chest x-ray and another breathing treatment. I'm not sure who was more traumatized. Em screamed the whole time while being forced to use the nebulizer...
Finally out of sheer exhaustion she fell asleep on my lap and our sweet Dr was able to listen to Emma's lungs clearly. But everything led to the determination that poor little Em needed treatment for Bronchiolitis and Pneumonia. This little guy is Emma's new friend enemy...
When we got home she took a great nap but we had a scary 15-20 minutes when she woke up and I called Matthew to ask him to come home early. (Right now, it takes two of us to get her to take a breathing treatment!) I think I probably had a little bit of a freak out moment yesterday because of having heard the word "pneumonia" but I am so very thankful that we see a light at the end of the tunnel and have our little girl back! Her fever finally broke after just one dose of the antibiotics and she's been able to play like her normal self again, with a few extra snuggles here and there! Definitely not complaining about those. Praying this is just a one time thing and that Em will be fully healthy and well again soon!!! In lieu of these last two weeks, I love these words from the song Bring the Rain by Mercy Me:
Bring me joy, bring me peace.
Bring the chance to be free.
Bring me anything that brings You glory.
And I know there'll be days
When this life brings me pain
But if that's what it takes to praise You;
Jesus, bring the rain.
You who made a way for me,
By suffering Your destiny,
So tell me what's a little rain?
So I pray
Holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord God Almight
By suffering Your destiny,
So tell me what's a little rain?
So I pray
Holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord God Almight
6 comments:
Rough. I'm sorry you've had a few weeks! Hang inthere!
Hey Robyn, when Mason was on puffers every day, sometimes every 1-2 hours we discovered that the yellow spacer (next size up) still fits their little faces and it is much softer...and he stopped hating it as much.
Also, the orange one, if you blow on the end the puffer goes in makes the delightful noise of a trumpet that helped us make it into a toy.
Good luck--I feel your pain!
Heather
Kristen - small beans compared to your experiences with the p-word!
Heather - Thank you so much! Helps if I hold it to my face and count to 10 first and we make a big deal about what a big girl she is, etc. She's catching on that it makes her feel better now though and even once asked for "more"
how sad! poor Emma (and you and matt, too)! I hope she's feeling better.
Scary stuff! Glad she is doing better and praying for a fill recovery for her soon!!
Oh my...we've had to use the same inhaler thing with Micah too. He HATES it. I totally understand how it's a 2 man job. Not fun. I'm glad she feeling better.
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