A Night To Remember

Honestly I would rather forget it. I got home a lot earlier from work then usual and waited for Corrie and Leah to come home a few hours later. I am having back spasms again which seem to be worse then I remember them being since I injured it in 1992. I was dialed into work when they got home and I was informed that Leah was sick. I did not think much of it since I had today (Friday) off. I figured Leah and I would get some quality time together. Corrie apparently did not think that me being alone with Leah and not really being able to pick her up would be a good thing so she decided to stay home too. Bummer, Leah and I do not get out of our pajamas all day and I am pretty sure her diet suffers a little; but we have a lot of fun, she watches cartoons I play Battlefield. However she does not understand the nuances of BF2 and the fact that stopping to read a book is not good when you are flying a jet around mountains. Well anyway we planned a couple short family outings to take care of some errands. Well apparently she was more sick then we thought.



At 11:30 pm I got up because she would cry out then not make any noise for about 1/2 hour then repeat. So I snuck into her room and watched her, she was crying out in her sleep. Grumpy about having to get out of bed I went back in and put earplugs in. Well I can still hear most of what goes on in the house with the bedroom door closed, fan on and earplugs in. Last night was no exception. She did it again just as I was drifting off to sleep. I got up, tore the earplugs from my ears and went in to have a discussion with Leah about sleeping at night. I got in there and she was not crying anymore but was trying to breath so hard that her whole body tensed as she took each breath. I picked her up and was going to see if she would take some more decongestant. NOPE. She was having nothing to do with that. Her breathing just was not right so I called the nurseline just to make sure I was not being an over-protective parent. The RN on the other end heard her and said "do you think you can be calm enough to take her into the ER or should I call an ambulance"; this is a sentence I do not want to hear again. Not because she offended me but it hammered home that I was right that something was wrong with my little girl. I told her that we would be leaving soon and I thanked her. I walked straight into our bedroom and flipped on the light.



Corrie does not wake up easy. I find that getting drunks that have passed out awake and out the door much easier then getting her up. We both threw on pretty much whatever we found and went in. We waited for about an hour and got to see why ER Drs are skeptics about non specific injuries. The guy sitting next to Corrie had either a right knee or left knee problem, of which the Dr asked him about right there in the waiting room.

Apparently Leah does not like stethoscopes, she cried every time someone tried to use one. The doctor came in and ordered a nebulizer for her. She liked the first respiratory person that came in and took the treatment well. She reacted very well to the nebulizer and was better for a little while. However an hour later she needed another and again reacted well. They decided to admit her, however we had to wait until 5 am to get to the room.

When we got to the room we were greeted by the night nurse who Leah did not want to let go of! She had to be carried around and they went to get a balloon. We did another treatment and then Leah went to bed. Corrie went to get things from home and I tried to get some rest. The chair in the room was very uncomfortable and the cot that they had in there was just as bad.

Corrie got back and we both tried to sleep. We did not get to see a doctor until 9 am or so. She made it very clear that our doctor does not come into the hospital and that they have a clinic close to our house. No blood tests or any other tests for that matter. We waited around for quite awhile more and were told that we could go home as soon as the home nebulizer was delivered so we were happy when it arrived.

Leah by this time was not willing to be cooped up in that room and was getting into everything. Leah's nurse came in and told us that she was not willing to let her go home yet since she was still having to get treatments every 3 hours, apparently she needs to go 4 hours. So I asked "so if she needs treatment and gets better after each treatment what does it matter if you do it here or we do it at home? " Apparently I was speaking in a different language because she did not understand me.

After one more talk with the respiratory lady we finally convinced the nurse to let us go. We got home put Leah to bed ate and then I waited for someone to finish some work on our house then we all slept for quite awhile.

Leah is doing well she needs to be nebulized a few time a day but other then that is pretty much the same little girl. I hope this does not happen for quite awhile or ever for that matter.