Why are the Kids so Sick this Year?

I would like to be able to try to organize my week. I am drawing a blank though. I have a so many things that need to be done and every day I wake up and feel like I have more to do than the day before. It is so frustrating trying to start my day and not having any idea where to begin.

I wish the kids would stop getting sick. I really wish Owain would stop getting sick.

Last night I listened to Honey Nut coughing on and off for about an hour before I headed to bed. As soon as I go settled in, I hear coughing and crying. I headed upstairs thinking it would be baby girl and by the time I got up there I figured out it was Owee. Not happy at all. Neither of us. He was pulling to breath and coughing and crying and so darn pitiful. All he wanted to do was go back to sleep, but I had to pull him out of bed and start breathing treatments.

He had a treatment and we headed outside to sit in the cool air. After that he had a treatment every hour for 3 hours and then every 2. I spent most of the night watching him breath, checking to see how much his skin pulled in around his ribs and listening to him breathe and counting is respiratory rate.

When he woke up with trouble breathing all I could think about was how much I dreaded going to the ER. I am exhausted from staring at him all last night, but I did everything I could to keep him home and I am so happy about the fact that we did it.

We spent the morning at the pediatricians office. Owee walked the short distance from the van to the office and his O2 was at 63 and after a minute went back up to 80. They asked him to walk around the office to see what his o2 was like when he was moving around any playing and it went down to 49!

The crazy thing is that his lungs are clear and there is no wheezing. He just had a full cardio work up and so we know it is not his Heart.

He has narrow upper airways, which caused issues with him when he was first learning to feed and when he was starting on solids he used to gag and choke and he still does occasionally. It seems to be a bit of a blessing for him, when he gets junked up, things tend to end up in his upper airways and not in his lungs. The hard part is trying to figure out exactly what is causing his trouble breathing when the doctor can’t hear anything.

It is there though, he coughs, chokes, gags and turns blue while he struggles to breathe. He is on steroids. Again. As long as it keeps him out of the ER and out of the hospital, I am all for it.

I just wish he didn’t have such a hard time breathing when he gets sick. We are still trying to figure out why this happens to him. Hopefully he will outgrow it over the next year or so.

For now I just hope he sleeps comfortably thought the night.

I would love to be able to plan and organize my week, but for now the only think on my list is to get some sleep.