Wednesday, November 22, 2006

coming up for air

After a long and scary sleepless night we finally got to see a MD. When I got to the doctor's office I told the woman behind the counter that M was really struggling to breathe. She said, yeah, we see a lot of that lately. As I mentally grabbed her by the back of the head and slammed her face into the counter, I more politely said listen, she is having trouble breathing right now. I want to see a MD RIGHT NOW. I know, health care providers, that I am just a faceless number. But dammit, I need you to listen. to. me. or I just might go Wild Planet on you. I really just might.

M was taken back and learned that yes, her oxygen saturation levels were extremely low. Breathing treatment ensued. Another listen. Yes, it's walking pneumonia, oh, and probably, she's got asthma. Lots to figure out. KC, I wish you lived closer, and I wish you were my MD.

I can deal with all of this because I notice M now has color in her cheeks. 2 inhalers, no problem. prescriptions, cool. Because she can breathe again. Thank you.

And thank you for your wonderful thoughts and wishes. I was up all night, so re-reading your comments made me feel a bit less alone in the dark.

27 comments:

Her Bad Mother said...

I'm sooo sorry to hear this - her struggle, and the total tardage of those health care (ahem) professionals.

I was asthmatic as a child, and was hospitalized with pneumonia, which caused one of my lungs to collapse. Breath is precious. Keep taking such good, good care of your little one.

Anonymous said...

Glad yout got it sorted.
Adam got it at one year and I was working at the time and I almost quit right then and there because I wasn't there when my baby was being rushed to the doctor.

It is the worse thing in the world.

Anonymous said...

I'm relieved to hear M. is going to be okay. That must have been horribly scary for you. Now she's okay. Get some rest! (I'm old enough to get away with saying something like that. :)

May those rude health care workers get fleas.

Peace,

~Chani

Deb said...

oh sweetpea....that is so scary I am so sorry. Having been through a few of those now over the years, and currently living in a barf-o-rama that really made my 5 yr old lethargic and worrisome, it really doesn't get any better or easier. Take good care of yourselves and thanks for keeping on comin' by my little blog and saying hi, I always get so excited when I see your name!

s@bd said...

nothing, i mean NOTHING makes me more desperate than when my kids are sick.

you did well.

Anonymous said...

Jen - I am so thankful that this is resolved and your little one is breathing deeply once more.

Health care workers see so much that some of them are numb, sometimes it takes a reaction like yours to snap them back into reality.

Forget a woman scorned - hell hath no fury like a mother worried about her baby!

Sheryl said...

Whew, glad she's okay. Something as basic as not being able to breathe is SO SCARY.

Anonymous said...

Oh so glad that you are all home and armed with defenses against the yuckies that seem hell bent on disturbing sweet little M. Wishing you all perfect health starting yesterday!

Mrs. Chicky said...

Oh wow! I'm sorry to hear about poor M. but I am glad to hear that things are better.

(and for the record I officially hate Bloglines. It's not showing me your updates for some reason. I guess this is my pathetic way of saying that I'm not avoiding your blog and I'm sorry I haven't been around for a few days.)

Anonymous said...

My sister;s daughter has asthma and they'd had to make several middle of the night trips to the ER when she struggles to breath. It's scary stuff. I'd glad M got the treatment she needed.

Anonymous said...

Poor little girl, she must have been so frightened too. Awful not to be able to do such a fundamental thing as breathe.

Love to all three of you.
xx

meno said...

jen, no parent in the world would blame you for jumping over the counter to strangle that person. I am glad that she is better. Get some sleep and take care of your family.

Anonymous said...

I m glad to hear that your young'un is breathing better. Our son woke us up in the middle of the night when he was 6 months old crying and practically not breathing. Straight to the emergency room and then 3 days in the hospital in an oxygen tent - with epinephrine breathing treatments. We did that two more times - always at night, always the emergency room. There can't be anything much more heartbreaking than your child not being able to breathe and there is nothing you can do. My son has asthma. He is 21 now and is almost over it entirely. Advair is our best friend.

Anonymous said...

I m glad to hear that your young'un is breathing better. Our son woke us up in the middle of the night when he was 6 months old crying and practically not breathing. Straight to the emergency room and then 3 days in the hospital in an oxygen tent - with epinephrine breathing treatments. We did that two more times - always at night, always the emergency room. There can't be anything much more heartbreaking than your child not being able to breathe and there is nothing you can do. My son has asthma. He is 21 now and is almost over it entirely. Advair is our best friend.

flutter said...

Poor baby girl...poor you guys!

I, also am asthmatic and had hospitilizations out the wahoo as a kid.
Ask for a pulmonary specialist. Get her on whatever daily meds she needs now, to save her so much trouble as an adolescent.

Said a few very fervent prayers for you and yours. Smooch the little bean for me

Anonymous said...

Poor little thing! I'm glad she's going to be ok. She's absolutely adorable, by the way.

KC said...

Great news, Jen. Just wonderful. And, I would have totally done the same thing at the counter. (Although I might have picked her up by the neck and hung her on a wall hook, myself. Mentally, of course.)

I, my friend, would be so lucky to have such a smart, compassionate, and altruistic patient.

Haley-O said...

I'm so sorry you had such a fright! But, I'm glad it's all okay now, and that M has the treatment she needs. My sister has asthma, and it's not so bad. They tend to grow out of it, too. I hope you're feeling better about things, now...calmer now, less frightened. :)

Momish said...

I am soooo glad she is going to fine. I read you last's post first and was so distraught for you, that I was mighty glad to read today's! Big sigh of relief. It is the worst to feel so helpless for your child. I am looking forward to seeing an updated photo of M blowing more bubbles real soon!

(P.S. I am having the same blogline problem. I thought it odd you didn't post for a while! I know, I am a numbnut for trusting technology!)

Anjali said...

Just now catching up on your blog...How completely terrifying for you. I hope she is doing better and that you all catch up on sleep enough to have a Happy Thanksgiving.

scribbit said...

I hope by the time you read this that things are better and that you can have a better weekend. So sorry--nothing like having a very sick child to make you go out of your mind with worry.

Anonymous said...

I'm really glad to hear she's getting some help with her breathing.

I hope it's 'just' walking pneumonia and that she recovers quickly. While asthma is definitely manageable --my sister had it bad growing up and many a time we had to rush her to the hospital because she could.not.breathe!-- I really hope she doesn't have it.

Oh, and you should never slam a MD's receptionist's face into a desk until AFTER you've gotten your little one in with the doctor. After that, well... ;-)

Hang in there.

Anonymous said...

YAY for nebulizers and double YAY that that little sweet is on the road to recovery. Sorry I'm so late in commenting.
Anyway, good on you for demanding the care she so desperately needed. You all take great care today and you are, as always, close in my heart and thoughts. By the way, if you make the blog rounds today, I have something for you over my way.
Take care today and again, I'm happy to hear M is getting some relief!

Jo said...

Jen, I'm so glad you got her to the doctor and she was treated. Breathing issues are something you just don't mess around with. My oldest was diagnosed early with asthma and has been on many medications, including steroids, ever since. He'll be 12 December 1st and right now the arsenal of medications include ventalin, advair, singulair and nasonex. For the past several years, he has referred to himself jokingly as a walking pharmacy. It's sad, but we all are accutely aware of the importance of these meds - they're breath savers. They're lifesavers. I hope your little one recovers from her pneumonia quickly and that this is a one-time episode. Thinking about you.

Penny said...

QT hit it on the head: Forget a woman scorned - hell hath no fury like a mother worried about her baby. lol! - so true.

I am happy to hear that your M is feeling better. I understand the frustration when people who are supposed to help you, the only ones we have to help us in times like this, look at you like a number or a statistic or a piece of paperwork in their shift, in their week, as a small insignificant speck in their own lives. It's infuriating.

I've been at the point where I couldn't breathe and it really is the worst, most panicky, suffocating, heavy, painful, exhausting feeling ever. The poor little one.

Oee once had an allergic reaction to penicillin and so I rushed out with her in the winter to a friend's place to borrow his car and drove in the middle of the night like a bat out of hell, running red lights to the emergency room (I don't know why I didn't call an ambulance - I just didn't think of it, I'll never know why - I always thought ambulances were for critical bleeding out or something, I guess). Oee was covered in HUGE raised red welts and was screaming. The triage nurse put us into a room immediately, as I walked to the front of the que undoing Oee's clothing for her to see. They brought the paper work to me to fill out.

And then.. we proceeded to wait for an hour. AN HOUR. For a doctor to come into the room.

I don't know why I waited so long, being naturally assertive, but I guess I figured that if we were in the hospital nothing could go wrong. Finally, I walked out to the three people having coffee and gave them a very large slice of my mind. I had a doctor within three minutes. Who summed up the trouble quickly and gave me some cream and some otc antihistamine and told me that if it got worse to bring her back.

Three days later, I brought her back, welts and rage and all ~ we didn't wait one single minute as I let everyone in within earshot understand that I wanted appropriate action.

Apparenlty, there wasn't any appropriate action, except to wait, but I didn't have to spend an hour trying to figure it out, I had answers within fifteen minutes.

I was the mother that the nurses went home and complained to their spouses about, but I don't care.

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path --Agatha Christie (1890 - 1976

carrie said...

I am glad that it turned out okay. Never, ever feel like you have to step down when it comes to your child - and going "Wild Planet" on them may be just the thing that gets them to listen. Whatever it takes, brave and probably tired herself, momma!!!

Carrie

Anonymous said...

I'm so glad to hear M is breathing easier. I am now going to resubscribe to your feed on Bloglines so that I actually get notified when you post. I feel like I've been gone forever!