When I came home from work to take Drew to his appointment I was shocked to see that he was eating lunch and acting quite chipper. I was so happy that he seemed to be feeling a million times better. I was thinking we really didn't need to see the doctor but figured it couldn't hurt. At the doctor's office he was still in a good mood, very talkative and energetic. The doctor listened to his lungs and decided that he had the early stages of pneumonia. So early, in fact, that he didn't even want to call it that. He prescribed some medicine and we went home relieved that he was okay. We figured some rest and little pampering would be the trick to recovery.
Fast forward to one hour after we got home. Drew was really not feeling well and complained of his stomach hurting. He threw up and when I was giving him a bath I noticed his breathing was off. Way off. Every time he would take a breath his skin would suck in between his ribs and when he talked he couldn't even get a full word out without taking a breath. I told Mike that I wanted to take him to the ER but Mike thought he was fine. (I swear, men don't get the worry gene!) I decided to run out to the store to get some juice and prime pampering material (books, crayons, movies, etc.) When I got home only 30 minutes later, Drew was even worse. So worse that he was completely out of it and looked horrible. I mean scary, horrible. Mike was convinced and we took off for Urgent Care.
When we got there they immediately took him back in the room and started breathing treatments. He had chest x-rays, blood tests, and shots. After the first round of breathing treatments he was much, much better and we even thought it might be possible that we would get to go home. Just as the doctor was about to let us go she decided that it might be best to check his blood pulse oxygen level, just to be sure. She checked it and it was such a low number that she thought maybe it was wrong so she checked it on another finger. Three fingers later and she was convinced that we would be admitted to the hospital.
We rode to the hospital via ambulance. I think Drew was stuck between scared and excited. He didn't know what to think. I was terrified. This process wasn't something new to us, we went through the exact same thing two years ago. But still, it was so scary to know that he had to be on oxygen to breathe.
Drew ended up staying in the hospital for two nights. Two nights of what I consider torture. Drew very much remembers having to have an IV the last time and was terrified to go through that again. It didn't go well. Sleep was impossible because they had to do breathing treatments every two hours the first night and every four the next. Plus they were giving medicine, checking his vitals, and every time he would roll over in bed the oxygen tubes would fall out and the alarm would go off. It was exhausting. One night a nurse came in at 5 a.m. to weigh him. I gave her a look like, "are you kidding me!" Let the poor kid sleep!
For the first day and half we had to basically be on lock down. They thought it was possible that he had H1N1 and so they had to be super careful. Every time someone came in the room they had to wear a yellow protective suit and a mask and we had to wear one if we were sitting at least three feet away from him. Thank goodness, the tests for the flu came back negative.
So, what happened was he had pneumonia and it caused his usually very mild asthma to go crazy. We had thought that we were somewhat in the clear with his asthma but I guess we are going to have to be super careful when flu and cold season rolls around. I was a little nervous to take him back home since we don't have an alarm that goes off every time his blood oxygen level falls. Scary stuff.
Thank you so much for all of the messages, prayers and thoughts. It really means a lot to us. I've come to the conclusion that Facebook is the most genius thing on the planet. Mom, Stacey and I were able to keep everyone updated on Drew with a few clicks on the keyboard. :)