Just when I thought we were getting a handle on my little man’s asthma our trip to Minnesota proved otherwise. Between the very high pollen count and loving touching the cats he is allergic too, we ended up in the hospital on the last day of our trip. I felt so badly for him, but I questioned over and over if I should even bring him in. Parenting doesn’t come with a manual, and I was worried I may be over reacting.
We were supposed to go to the zoo that morning. We’ve visit MN several times, but this time I really wanted to take him to the zoo. Since it was pretty much raining our whole trip there, I knew K was chomping at the bit to get out and he was still wanting to play. Yet there we were. The kids were both loaded into the car. It was my last chance to make the call to go to the hospital.
I called my mom. She asked if I could see him breathing in his throat. Yes, I could. I could hear him wheezing, coughing, not being able to sleep, and yet I still worried that by bringing him in someone would think I was over reacting or being “that mom”. My sister in law Mindy (whom I love and couldn’t have asked for a cooler sister-in-law) said to me if it was something that had me worried it was better to get checked out. It’s funny, I’ve been a mom for 4 years now, worked with kids for much longer, and yet here I was still questioning myself. I thought about the bill, I thought about spending our whole day in the hospital, and then I looked at K – he just looked awful. I knew my initial instinct to go to the ER was the right one. So we headed to Children’s Hospital.
Once we got there, K stopped playing. He wanted to, and tried, but he was pretty much not resisting sitting down (which if you know my son you know that’s rare). Even while we were there the doubt crept into my head. His breathing had settled a little bit, most likely due to the fact that he was still sitting down. I shut it down. We were there. He would be seen.
I knew having grown up with asthma that sometimes even with the rescue inhaler, the preventative inhaler, the allergy meds, and the extra allergy meds, asthma can sometimes creep up and be really hard to get a handle on. I knew watching him struggle for sleep the night before, and then get wound up the next morning on lack of sleep and too much medicine that he needed more that what I could give him. I watched him struggle for breath and remembered how helpless I felt when I was little and struggling for air. I knew we needed to be there.
I’m glad we went. While is oxygen level was good, he was really struggling for every breath. K ended up needing prednisone and two breathing treatments. He perked up quickly and was anxious to go home.
I wish I could say I won’t second guess my mom instincts again, but I know that isn’t true. This isn’t the first time I worried about making the best choice for my child, I know it won’t be the last. I will always question every choice I make for my children again and again. Perhaps that even makes me a better parent? Who knows? I’m just glad I was able to get him the medical attention he needed when he needed it.
FYI If you are ever in need of an ER in the St. Paul area I highly recommend Children’s Hospital. It was probably one of the best ER visits we’ve had, I mean as far as good hospital visits go. The staff was incredibly nice and everything was very efficient.
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