I need some space, too. The best way I’ve found for me to process things is to put fingers to the keyboard and just write. This post won’t be edited. I won’t read it two, three, or seventeen times like I do my other posts. It just is.
Abby awoke this morning full on screaming. We could not calm her. A new symptom in our list of crap that’s been going wrong. We had spent the day before in our pediatrician’s office, then to the ER. Steroids, albuterol, steroids, suction. Home. She had slept well at home, for which Lance and I were truly grateful. We had been low on sleep. Abby’s sleep study had been on Monday, then Lance spent the night caring for her on Tuesday.
We bathed her, gave her a couple of treatments with her nebulizer, then threw her in the car to see her pediatrician again. We debated back and forth whether or not to just take her straight to the hospital, but after the ROTTEN day I had in the ER yesterday, we hoped that we could find a way to calm her and get her breathing right in the doctors office.
It was not to be had. They gave her two types of asthma medicine twice, and it didn’t help. As we were there, no matter what they threw at her she continued to go downhill. The doctor called the ambulance. This was her sixth ride in her 2 and a half years here.
The moved us to an ER room and realized that the problem was too big for the tiny space and moved her to trauma. There she would have her own set of nurses. Constant eyes upon her. As we walked in, the floor still had blood splatters from the person in there before us. The reality of how serious things had gotten started to sink in. For the next four hours, Abby screamed. Lance, all 6’4″ linebacker build of a man could not keep her from wriggling out of his grasp. She was on continuous albuterol, along with oxygen, and refused to keep the mask on her face. She needed IV fluids, magnesium and steroids, among others I’m sure I’m forgetting. After those four hours, they finally got her stable enough to move to Intensive Care, where we are now.
They gave us a large, comfy bed, which is where I’m sitting right now. It’s almost 11:30 and Abby is still wide awake. The meds make her jittery, and she doesn’t seem anywhere near sleep. She did almost fall asleep for a second, but when she did, her oxygen saturation level dropped dramatically, so they had to up her o2. When they did that, the amount of air they were pumping in woke her up. The cycle repeated itself and she soon gave up on trying to rest.
We had to put her arms in soft little cast things that make it so she can’t bend her arms and pull of the cannula. After some thinking, she pulled her feet up and tried to rip it out that way. She’s nothing if not tenacious and clever.
The baby in the room next to us is crying and I want to go hug her mom. She looks even more tired than I do. But mostly I want to sleep.
Thank you for your messages, your texts, calls and prayers. Thank you to my neighbors who took my boys on a moments notice. We feel so loved. Keep praying for Abby. She’s doing much better now, and we hope this continues.
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So stressful when stuff like that happens… Continued prayers.
Hugs to all of you. Praying for only good news from now on. It's Hanukkah – I think we Jews have some extra pull right now.
Crap, Lexi. I'm praying for you guys.
And I was just wondering yesterday what mischief you've been into lately. Sheesh Lexi. Please tell me how I can help and I'm there in an hour, I mean that. A note on sleep: When you feel safe to take your eyes off her for a couple hours, earplugs and tylenol are my recipe for relief in the hospital. Your comment about re-reading your post seventeen times made me grin; I'm the same way. Love ya Lexi, praying for you guys tonight.
I'm crying for you and Abby. I wish I could give you a hug. This just sucks. That is all. It sucks.
Miserable, miserable day. Glad that she is stable, but hoping for both your sakes there is sleep in your future. When Cora had her respiratory issues last winter they had to give her sedatives and anti-anxiety meds, but it made it so much harder to keep her O2 up. It's like a no-win situation. They were prepared to ventilate her for a few days. So, so very stressful. Hoping that things go uphill from here. Continued thoughts and prayers.
I hope she feels better soon and you both can get some much needed rest.
I hope everything improves and that you all have a magically quiet Xmas together.
(((You, Abby, Lance, and the Boys)))
Praying for you both and for the mom next door!
Sleep…ha you cant sleep in the hospital its just not possible!!!!!! Hoping you did get some rest though last night…Praying for you all!!!! (((Hugs)))
Thinking and praying for you both!
I'm so very sorry. I will instantly stop complaining about my lack of sleep this week. You totally win. I wish you answers, quick and effective treatments, and all the sleep you and your family need. We'll keep you in our thoughts and prayers.
Oh my! No words. Praying.
I had no idea! Praying.
So sorry! praying for you all.
Praying for Abby and the rest of the family. I hope she's able to get some rest today.
WOW… HUGS… Speedy Recovery to her and all of you…