Back in January we had a little scare with Leah. She has been blessed with my lovely allergy issues, and one Friday night she started having trouble breathing. This has happened before, and being a nurse and an asthma sufferer myself I feel pretty calm about this sort of thing considering. By Saturday morning I was not happy, so I took her in after multiple breathing treatments, to the doctors office for some steroids. she was very pitiful. And they sent us to the er after 2 more breathing treatments.
We were taken back right away and the hospital gave her 2 doses of steroid and Over the course of 2-3 hours another 3 breathing treatments. The child went nuts. She went from droopy pitiful little Leah to standing on top of the bed, singing Wicked songs at the top of her lungs, goofy, completely jacked up on steroids and albuterol. It was hilarious, poor baby.
Unfortunately, even though she felt much bet term her breathing was still a bit labored and they admitted us for the night. I was quite pregnant at the time and not thrilled to sleep on that little couch with the O2 sat monitor going off every time Leah moved (yet no one ever came in?) all night long, but luckily we did get to home the next day. She really was a trooper. Hannah had a harder time since she had to leave her sister and mommy in the hospital and go home with daddy.
She was just happy about her frosted flakes. She was officially diagnosed with asthma which I had known was likely for about a year. At least now I have an inhaler for her. The next day I took her to yogurt mountain. And she was still crazy from the drugs. It made for some entertainment!
