So, Saturday was my special day. It only comes once a year, and since having beanzy, I have a new found enjoyment of my special day. Yey – my birthday!!! Last year we had fun celebrating with a four month old, so this time, I was thinking it would be so much better!
This year however, “Yey – my birthday” was short lived. Woke up, after a lovely lazy lay in, by toddler clocks anyhow! Had a good breakfast as a family – a super tasty one, including lovely coffee and very fresh croissants cooked that morning in the local bakery (well, sainsburys local anyhow). All good stuff. Got some nice presents from beanzy, the dog and MrN, and was basically looking forward to heading out for a lovely day trip.
Rewind 18 hours, when we were at the dr for beanzy, who has repeated issues with his airways, chest and wheezing. Has had since he was a tiny one. Took him in as the day before I was called by our childminder to say he was off colour, coughing, hot, grizzly etc etc. Picked him up and he perked up a bit, then went to bed as normal. Friday morning came, and he was ok until lunchtime, when he slowly went back downhill again, with his wheeze coming back on, and getting mores noticeable. Que a call to the dr to see if they could take a listen – bingo, they’re used to him, and we are there and seen within 20 mins. All the usual stuff happened, and out we went with a prescription for a steroid. Only one dose this time mind, as if things are no better or worse in the am, we need to head to A&E. I think they are extra cautious due to his past history these days.
So, back to my birthday morning. Beanzy was a bit wheezy, but we weren’t overly concerned as he was managing ok. He got grumpy, so off he went for a little morning nap before we got ready to head out for the birthday day trip! On waking up, poor little fella was in a state with his breathing, wheezing and recessions of his chest. MrN and I exchanged one of those glances, and went into operation “pack a bag” for the impending hospital trip. At this point, I’m a little gutted that we are having to do this on today of all days, but putting beanzy first, as any parent would, we are getting on with it anyway. I can always celebrate another day.
As usual, the paediatric A&E team were fabulous. With an airway issue, you are generally seen as soon as you arrive by the triage nurses. Given a bed straight away, beanzy was given a once over, reassured, given medicine etc etc. Four hours later, we were admitted onto the children’s ward upstairs, as things were not getting any better with the new medicines.
To cut a long story short, we were on and off for the rest of the day with meds every two hours. Ideally, they wanted him to go four hours between meds before they would consider sending him home, but this didn’t look like it was going to happen very quickly, so plans were made for MrN to head home and collect overnight things for us, plus see to the dog.
In the night, beanzy was on oxygen as his sats levels were low. This is more common when they are sleeping apparently. Poor poppet, it’s horrid to see them like this, although on this occasion, he was much better than the last time he was admitted back in May. By the morning he was making progress, and the nurses had got him to three hourly medicines – good news.
A hazy sleep deprived Sunday passed, trying to keep him happy, settled and occupied in a small space, when you need to be quiet etc due to other unwell children. Plus for me, my body was struggling to cope with the energy I needed as we are in the early stages of expecting baby number two. I managed a little snooze on the camp bed, but it was hardly a quality refreshing one! Poor MrN must have walked beanzy round the hospital corridors about 50 times throughout the day trying to keep him out of mischief. I know he was shattered too.
The good news was at seven pm, they decided we could go home as he was making it to 3hours and 45mins between meds and they could see no improvement on this was coming fast, and that he would be better off, as would we, at home. So ending a tough weekend in the hospital, we all headed home exhausted, and with strict instructions about 24 hour a day medicines every four hours for the next 14 days. Oh joy. For me, MrN and beanzy.
So tonight, I find myself desperate to go to sleep, here next to MrN (who is snoring) in bed, writing this, but watching the clock before I have to do the 10pm ones. My poor little fella hates it – even more so at night when you have to wake him for it. In all honesty, we aren’t enjoying it that much either. So roll on the next 14 days, every day will see him get a bit stronger and return to normal.
Being a parent is hard, and you have to be totally selfless. The thing is, to see him smiling and playing happily today, I know I’d have another tough weekend, and miss my birthday celebrations all over again, because he really is the apple of MrN and I’s eye!
And as for my birthday, well, as MrN reminded me today, only another 363 days to go before I get to celebrate again.