It came to mind because of this horrendous weather and my manic paranoia to try and keep George dry. I try keep him from getting damp as he's got a weakness in his chest from having Bronc when he was so tiny. So it got me thinking about when were in Alderhay and this post. Also I've been thinking of my sister who is also part of this post. So here goes, A recycled post from my other blog. Breaking the rules or not, tough luck its my blog : )
The beginning of 2011 was a tough one for us for various reasons.One of which was both our boys were admitted to Alder hay within a week of each other. Firstly there was Mr 3,on his third birthday to be precise.We're still not quite sure what happened but while we were watching Home Alone and eating party food he went really pale and his little tummy was working really hard to breathe, so off to the walk in centre we trot.Only to be sent straight to Alder hay when they'd done his obs,during which he was freaking out so much he peed all down my leg as he sat on my knee(i then had to wear the same jeans for the next 24 hours until we were discharged.Nice) It turns out he had a sort of Asthma attack,bless him.
So
we finally arrived on the ward at 3am and he screamed and screamed and
screamed and screamed for his daddy and that he wanted to go home.At
this point i was crying too for his daddy but a bit more considerately.
So
you can imagine how welcoming the other parents on the ward were to
us.I don't blame them.I would be fuming too if it were me woken up at
that time to a child who sounded like he was bordering on
possessed.Anyway we were sent home with more steroids and he was fine.
His
8 week old brother however wasn't. Over the next few days he developed a
really weird cough.Really high pitched. We took him to the doctor
various times and were told it was just a virus.
But the coughing continued and he literally stopped eating.
So
another trip to the walk in,to be sent straight to Alder hay(which is a
bloody fantastic hospital,the nurses are second to none).He was
admitted,had a tube put up his nose and into his tummy so he could have
some food and oxygen and nebulisers to help him breathe.He wasn't eating
because he was working so hard to breathe he couldn't do both : ( don't
get me wrong i know it was only Broncillitus but those 6 days we were
there was horrible, seeing my little one all hooked up is something no
mum wants to see. We basically had to ride it out,as he needed help with
eating and breathing until the bronc had passed. And ride it out we
did!
The
little mite has had bronc 3 times since but not half as bad. So I'm not
exactly looking forward to this winter and "broncy season"but hes
going for a flue jab soon so hopefully that will help : )
I
never intended to blog about this today i just wanted to share a
photo,its too precious to put on face book but somehow it feels ok on
here. Its one of my favourite photos of all time and 2 of my favourite
people are in it.My baby and my baby sister. Her help was invaluable
that hellish week,she looked after Mr 3 all morning while my OH came to
the hospital and she would come and sit with me and the little one all
afternoon.Everyday for 6 days.No doubt she would have done it for as
long as we needed her. I adore her and my kids adore her.
Thankyou Gabs we will never forget it x
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