What a Trooper

My darling niece, aka Baby Girl, had a rough weekend. It started out with a cold and a couple days later she was up all night coughing.

That's how it starts a lot of the time. I'll get a cold and then it moves into my lungs and my asthma flares right up.

So her good parents took her to the Instacare where they gave her an albuterol treatment. Unfortunately, even after the treatment, her oxygen levels still weren't good enough so they decided she'd need to go up to the ER at Primary Children's. Mom and sister had to go up to the hospital in their car. Baby Girl had to go to the hospital in an ambulance all by herself so she could stay on oxygen. Just breaks my heart. I can't imagine being her mom and having to let some people I don't know take my daughter to the hospital while I had to drive up separately.

So while they were headed up to the hospital, my Dad called to let me know they were on their way up. So I grabbed my purse and bolted. I actually made it up there before they all did so when Baby Girl got there and was in her room, I was able to be there with her. The EMT's gave her a teddy bear and were really nice. Then Mom and sister got there, then my Mom and James. Our little room was a little crowded but we didn't mind.

Oh how I hate seeing her with oxygen on. I've never seen Baby Girl panic like she did when she had to put the nasal cannula in. It's the most terrible feeling in the world to not be able to do anything to make it all better. I think I have a better idea of how my parents felt when they had to take me to the hospital. It brings back a lot of not so great memories. That darn oxygen makes your nose cold, dry and hurt. When she had to take yet another nebulizer treatment, the medicine is turned into a mist that you breath in and she felt like it was bothering her eyes, so I lent her my sunglasses. I remember wondering and feeling the same way. I just wanted to close my eyes.

Unfortunately, the Dr.'s decided that she would need to be admitted. So we wheeled her up to her room and got her settled. She was there from Thursday evening through Saturday afternoon. I came up and sat with her and the fam as much as I could. I hated being alone when I had my bouts at the hospital. I wasn't always alone but when I was, it was so boring and lonely.

Baby Girl did such a good job taking her treatments and keeping her pulse/oxygen monitor on (well at least a lot better than last time). I don't ever want her to have to go back again. I hate that she's having to deal with asthma. It's not fair. I think that she'll get on a medication plan that will help her from the asthma getting out of control.

I'm so proud of her and love her sooo much!


Keeping distracted while in the ER room