
Wow has it been a crazy couple of days. Jones had his very 1st asthma attack, and it definitely caught us off guard. First, we didn't even know he had asthma. We were suspecting he may have it just because of a few big factors. 1. He has had eczema since he arrived on this Earth. Eczema, allergies, and asthma are the three parts of the triangle as we have been told by doctors. If you have one, most of the time you're going to have one or both of the others. 2. Chris has had it since he was a baby and it is hereditary. Livie has also inherited this from her Daddy, so we were pretty sure our little Jo Man would too, extreme eczema considered.
But, with all of these clues, Jones had still never had one physical sign, respiratory wise, to be concerned...until Sunday.
We woke up with a fun day planned. Church, pumpkin patch, then the kids were going to Cece and G Daddy's while Chris and I went to small group. I love Sundays! But, we woke up and Jones was really rattling in his chest and had a bad stuffy nose. So, we cancelled going to church and the pumpkin patch and just decided to lay low. Well, as the day went on, the rattling got worse. We tried to put him down for a nap, but he wouldn't go to sleep...very rare for our little guy. I decided to fix a big Sunday lunch for all of us. Fried chicken, lima beans, and mashed potatoes. The reason I tell our menu, is because they think our little chicken fry might have triggered the attack. No, I didn't burn it! You know how it gets when you fry anything. It just gets a little smoky in the house. We had opened some windows and a door, but it was still pretty foggy in here. This was about noon, and by 1, Jones was really working hard to breath. He was retracting, and his little tummy was going in and out so fast. Chris became really alarmed, because he knows these signs. You could literally hear the wheezing. He called our pediatrician and took him in to the one office open until 2pm! Wow. He made it there at about 1:30 and they did a breathing treatment. It didn't work at all. His oxygen levels were down to about 92 and that is a sign the doctors look for. They never want them, for a baby, to be under 92 and after one treatment, they weren't going up. He was also breathing about 60 breaths a minute and that is a huge red flag. Normal breaths per minute are about35. Another reason for concern are that his heartrate was shooting up...a sign someone is having to work really hard to breath. So, with all of this major things, they sent them down to Le Bonheur.
So, I was panicing by this time. I had no idea it was this bad. I am about to run Livie to my parents to get to the ER at Le Bonheur with them, but Chris wanted me to wait to see how long it would take. We were thinking they would do one treatment and them send him home. WRONG. Ends up, this was a bad attack.
So, I went down to be with Jones and his amazing Daddy who had done all of this by himself from about 1:30 to 7:30. They did 4 treatments in the ER, then admitted Jones for the night. He had a steroid every 12 hours and breathing treatments every 4hours through the night.
Jones was in pretty good spirits once we left the ER respiratory unit. Nurse Blake put him in a red wagon and took him up to his private room...he loved that! Blue Bear never left his side, or should I say, Jones never let go of Blue Bear's tail the whole time. One side effect of the breathing treatment medicine, Albuterol, is it makes most kids that are on it very hyper. Jones was no exception. He wouldn't settle down, and hadn't taken a nap all day. So, at about 11:30 pm I got in the crib with him, hilarious mental picture I know. He literally ran laps around the crib, with me laying in the middle, for 30 minutes straight. RAN. I know from the outside he had to have looked like a caged animal. Bouncing off the walls of the crib, throwing himself from side to side. Very funny, but frustrating at the time for a daddy and mommy who were both physically and emotionally drained. Finally, he went to sleep at 11:58. The nurse came in to give him his next treatment at 12:01. He did stay asleep through the breathing treatment, but when they put the oxygen on him, it scared him and he flipped out. So, we were awake and settling back down for about another 45 minutes.
I stayed and "slept" in the crib with him all night just to keep him calm and make sure he was breathing ok. 4:00am, then 8:00 am we had treatments. The doctor that was on call from Memphis Children's Clinic was Dr. Stancil. We had never met him before, but ends up we all kept talking about how familiar we all looked to each other and figured out that he and his family go to our church with us! Small world and awesome encouragement! Jones was doing better, so they extended his treatments to every 6 hours.
Finally, they did his last treatment at 2:00 pm, observed for a few hours and decided we could continue his treatment at home. We were sent home last night with a pretty back to normal and non-wheezy baby and with the for sure diagnosis of asthma.
It was scary. We are so blessed. We know God was faithful through all of this and are amazed at his work in all of it. Praise Him for a recovered baby boy who is back home with us. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers through this. And thanks to Bandy and Johnny for making the trip all the way downtown, and then when they got down there, the hospital wouldn't let visitors come in to the respiratory unit of the ER. Y'all are so thoughtful and the act of coming down means more to us than you'll ever know. Hopefully, now that we know what's going on, and have the right medicine, he won't get to this point again. Also, have to give a shout out to all of the nurses and doctors at Le Bonheur. They were all so sweet, compassionate, and thoughtful the entire time we were there. Yay for great medical service!
Feeling better!
