Parenthood is full of unexpected moments.
But nothing quite prepares you for the fear that hits when your little one is unwell.
That’s exactly what we went through one night, and it’s a memory I’ll never forget.
It started that morning with a simple cold and cough.
I thought it was just a regular bug, but by the afternoon, something felt off.
I counted Aiden’s breaths, and it was 70 inhales and exhales in just one minute. 🥲
I knew this wasn’t normal. These were symptoms I couldn’t ignore.
I quickly called my dad to ask if the van was available, and thankfully, it was.
By 9 pm, we were on our way to the emergency hospital.
The ER was as busy as ever, filled with people dealing with all kinds of struggles.
Some got into accidents, some are in pain, and other illnesses.
But even in the chaos, the nurse wasted no time assisting us.
She asked every detail about what had happened and what we’d noticed, then checked Aiden right away.
After examining him, the doctor said it might be asthma. They gave us two choices... admit him, or buy nebulizer medicine and give him three treatments there, then monitor his breathing.
We opted for the treatments.
So hubby and dad rushed to the nearest drug store to get what we needed.
The nurse showed us how to use the nebulizer, and we started the session.
Aiden hated it. He was fussy, irritated, and clearly uncomfortable.
I did everything I could to calm him... breastfed him, let him play on my phone, and put on YouTube Kids.
For a little while, he’d be distracted, but by the last treatment, he was crying nonstop. 😢
He also turned red, and I could tell he had a fever coming on.
After the three treatments, his breathing still wasn’t back to normal. 🥹
The doctor came back and repeated the choice... admit him or take him home with prescribed medicine.
Aiden was so uneasy in the hospital, so we decided to bring him home.
We just bought the antibiotics, cetirizine, and salbutamol for the nebulizer and went home.
On the way home, Aiden fell asleep, and slowly, his breathing started to return to normal. 😌
We got home at 1 am, exhausted but relieved.
All we could do was pray that he’d keep getting better.
It was a long, scary night, but seeing him rest and recover made everything worth it.
As parents, we’d do anything to take away our kids’ pain. 🥺
And this night reminded me to be strong especially at a time when they needed us the most.
Thanks for the visit! Have a lovely day. Buh-bye. 💗🌸
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