One of my worst fears (and probably the worst fear of all moms) is my children getting very, very sick or hurt.
This past Sunday, Little C was transported by ambulance to the Stollery Children’s Hospital in Edmonton because she could hardly breathe. I went with her. Every time I looked at her chest dipping up and down, struggling for air, my heart hurt.
The Stollery is a wonderful place. It’s sad (I’ve been listening to sick babies that need new hearts cry from the other room at night), but wonderful. The doctors and nurses are knowledgeable, and we have everything we need.
We are also incredibly, abundantly blessed with all of the selfless family and friends we have nearby that have been willing to help.
The diagnosis at this point is that Little C has asthma. This scares me, because it’s something she could possibly have to deal with for her entire precious life, but I’m going to read as much as I can on it and I’ve been given a good starting education on it here at the Stollery.
I’m writing this from my cot beside Little C’s hospital bed, but I’m hopeful that we’ll go home today or tomorrow. She’s doing much better and isn’t on oxygen anymore!
Do you or someone you love have asthma? How have you dealt with it?