Monday, October 18, 2010
My poor little asthmatic
Last night it got so bad she threw up in bed. Everything was fine, X was down, she was in bed (coughing but fine) so Fen and I were gearing up to watch a movie. Suddenly she made a strange gagging sound and I was up off the sofa and dashing into her room. She had vomited all over herself. She looked at me with her big, blue sad eyes and said, 'I don't feel well.' Oh, it crushed my soul!
We cleaned her up and I snuggled her in our bed until she fell asleep. When she was in a deep sleep we put her back in her bed where she slept fairly peacefully through the night. This morning I was back on the phone with NHS trying to get her sorted. I spoke with a pediatrician friend of mine - one who has correctly diagnosed her twice when her doctors could not (she was hospitalized for 5 days with a very rare and awful staph infection SSSS - scalded skin syndrome at age 13 months - that was horrible but she survived. I'm still recovering). So I trust her completely - she has armed me with the verbage to get what I need for Cate. And I will.
Just a post or two ago I said I hated being ill, the only thing worse is for my children to feel sick. She most likely will outgrow this but I want her to be able to run and play without wheezing and gasping for air. It's very difficult to watch and I find myself taking deep breaths alot right now. Poor thing, she seems unfazed and happy despite it all.
Wish us luck at the doctors. I'm not leaving until I get exactly what I want. I promise I'll at least be nice.