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Big stuff (it’s all relative)

April 1st, 2010 · 5 Comments · asthma, diary, health, illness, lucy, medical, sleep, stockport

A few things have happened in the last day or so that you might class as “big” events, though as you’ll see, size is always relative. (Apologies: this is going to put detail ahead of readability.)

Yesterday morning we got the news of which school Oliver will go to. You select your first three choices. All the schools in our area are pretty good and our catchment school is certainly one we liked when we visited. But we put as first choice the school that is generally acknowledged to be the best in the area, closest to us and which we had been impressed with when we visited, but we had little expectation of getting in.

Guess what… he got in.

Our first reaction was shock. We have spent the last few months gearing up for his catchment school and he has also formed friendships with children who will go there, including a a very strong friendship with one boy from his nursery who will be going there. Also, Hayley had made tentative arrangements with her prospective child-minding clients for next September, all based on Oliver being in his catchment school. So despite this being theoretical good news, we spent the first few hours trying to adjust to our new reality. After a while we realised that there were a few of his friends who had also got into his new school so we felt rather better. Then we discovered that the child-minding arrangements weren’t entirely shot either. It still seemed a bit surreal but we had started to get our heads round it.

But this “big” news had disappeared entirely from our minds by the middle of last night when Hayley found herself having to take Lucy to A&E again.

She’s had a runny nose and was coughing a bit more than usual yesterday afternoon (which I thought was down to my having kicked up dust by cleaning the spare room). But in the evening her wheezing worsened and by the time Hayley and I went to bed we had located Hayley and Lucy in one bed in the spare room with me in our bedroom. Lucy took her ventolin inhaler a few times but had a rough time sleeping. By 2am Hayley didn’t like the sound of her breathing and called the out of hours doctor, who told her to take Lucy to A&E.

Once at A&E she was put on a nebulizer and Hayley spent the night in chairs next our daughter in various locations in the hospital. She was finally given a bed to lie on at 6.10am. Lucy woke at 6.40am! But by this time Lucy was much more herself, even if still wheezing.

She was given an oral steroidal treatment for the next day or so and also ventolin (8 puffs every 4 hours) until she’s better. The consultant gave us a clear diagnosis in as far as he could, indicating her symptoms and pattern are indicative of asthma. I felt a bit down about this. I’ve known a few asthmatics (including Hayley!), some very poorly at times, and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. But there’s a chance she will grow out of it, even a chance it won’t be asthma I guess. We were told that of we find ourselves using the blue (ventolin) inhaler every week, we should probably go onto the brown steroid inhaler which is administered daily. We can consult our GP about that if the time comes.

While in hospital Hayley discovered that some friends of ours were also there with their daughter who is the same age as (and a friend of) Oliver. She has had a problem which was twice diagnosed as viral but today has been shown to be an infection which could have now damaged her kidneys. As we left the hospital around lunchtime she was about to be taken by ambulance to Manchester for specialist treatment and kidney dialysis. I pray she’s going to be OK. It certainly put into perspective our own concerns of the last day or so.

This afternoon Hayley managed about an hour’s sleep in bed while I slouched on the sofa, glad of a visit from my Mum and Del who helped to entertain the kids. Lucy slept an hour (tops!) at lunch and 5 minutes this afternoon. Tonight is likely to be rough again, so now the kids are down we’re off to bed too very shortly, counting our blessings more than nursing our worries.

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  • Dan

    I'm glad Lucy is ok.

    Our two families seem to have their share of breathing related difficulties.

    • Steve

      Thanks Dan. I was thinking of picking your brains for that very reason. You may get an email at some point. (Probably not the sort of detail suitable for this forum.)

  • radioactive tori

    I can't remember how old Lucy is but when my 9 year old son was little his asthma was HORRIBLE. We were in the hospital with him all the time and it was just so scary. We even moved into a new house with no carpet because it was better for him. As time went on things got better and better. Now he uses an inhaler every day to prevent things but otherwise has been totally fine for at least a year now. (I hope now that I said that I didn't make something bad happen though!)

    I'm thinking good thoughts for your family and also your friends family.
    My recent post Still Fine

    • Steve

      Thanks Tori. It's nice to hear from someone that went through the same and came out the other side. Lucy is 2 years & 8 months old so I guess there's lots of time for things to change, hopefully for the better.
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