Home Sweet Home...Finally.
Hello everyone..we're finally home. Asher got discharged yesterday after three days of intense treatment for his bronchial asthma. He still coughs occasionally but it's not as severe as when we he was admitted. No more wheezing sound as well from his lungs. He's still under medication to totally dissolve the phlegm and nebular treatment to control the recurrence of an attack. We'll be back at the clinic on Saturday for a follow-through monitoring. Anyway, so much have happened and so many realizations were brought about by this traumatic experience. But first let me recount how our weekend went.
By the way, I wasn't able to blog about this but we rushed him to Makati Med's ER last Thursday (with reference to this post) because of his condition that day: difficult coughing and vomitting episodes, watery stools and on-off fever. His appetite started to recede as well and for the first time, he rejected my breasts for nursing. I was totally restless so I phoned the husband to come home early and we'll bring the little one to MMC. We were surprised to see the ER crowded with crying, sick and irritable babies. Asher, who despite his condition, was so alert and active..seems like he isn't sick at all. He was given antibiotic for the cough and ORS if in case his watery stools and vomitting persists. The next day I phoned the Pedia and asked about the MMC prescribed antibiotic just to be sure. She advised to stop giving it since it'll just induce watery stools. She told us to see her either the next day or Saturday for a more thorough checking.
Saturday: We headed to the Pedia's clinic at 3 pm with a malling plan afterwards. We were supposed to buy a new Christmas Tree for my parents' home in Makati but it didn't push through because the Pedia, upon checking Asher, ordered us to stay for hospital admission. It was that instant that she diagnosed him with bronchial asthma. The culprit she said, could be the erratic weather change coupled with an allergy to more likely dust, smoke and other allergens at home. He needed to be admitted for a more intense treatment and for him to keep hydrated since he didn't have an appetite..he even rejected my breasts (for the first time in our exclusive nursing history). And also to monitor his on-off fever and vomitting episodes earlier. Later, we proceeded to the Emergency Room for some ordered procedures: nebulization, draw blood for the CBC, x-ray and the dreaded IV insertion. It was the most difficult and if I may add, traumatic part for me. I mustered all my guts to see and be with Asher while the doctor inserted the IV on him. He was "wrapped" helplessly with a blanket (to control his expected rowdiness and reaction) then afterwards, he was shrieking and bawling as soon as a needle poked him. To make matter worse, the first attempt on his left foot was unsuccessful (it wasn't placed in the arms because they can't locate a nice vein to insert to) so they had to poke and try again on the other foot. It's really a heartbreaking experience seeing him in pain. I was hugging him and touching his face all throughout this ordeal, whispering words of love and comfort. The husband, who's as shabby as I was, went to a corner and tried to avoid the whole scene. I told him later that he has to be strong because Asher could feel his weakness, all the more it'd be difficult for him. The husband perhaps realized what I said and he stood beside us and joined me in consoling Asher who was still shrieking because it took some time before the whole IV thing got settled.
Just a few minutes later, we were in the room. We were lucky to get a room instantly because most of those who were left in the ER for admission are waiting for vacant rooms. Thank goodness to hubby's company's HMO talaga, or else our stay wouldn't be as comfy as it was. Asher's room was a deluxe private so it's a bit spacious, there's a ref, tv with cable, telephone, a real single bed for the companion and a wifi router nearby (but we have to pay additional Php 300/24 hours for that). But as cozy as it was, I dreaded staying for so long pa rin. There's no place like home, as they say. And knowing the fact that my son is sick, a hospital is never fun to stay at. The husband slept on the single bed while I slept beside the little one on the big patient's bed.
To be continued...
By the way, I wasn't able to blog about this but we rushed him to Makati Med's ER last Thursday (with reference to this post) because of his condition that day: difficult coughing and vomitting episodes, watery stools and on-off fever. His appetite started to recede as well and for the first time, he rejected my breasts for nursing. I was totally restless so I phoned the husband to come home early and we'll bring the little one to MMC. We were surprised to see the ER crowded with crying, sick and irritable babies. Asher, who despite his condition, was so alert and active..seems like he isn't sick at all. He was given antibiotic for the cough and ORS if in case his watery stools and vomitting persists. The next day I phoned the Pedia and asked about the MMC prescribed antibiotic just to be sure. She advised to stop giving it since it'll just induce watery stools. She told us to see her either the next day or Saturday for a more thorough checking.
Saturday: We headed to the Pedia's clinic at 3 pm with a malling plan afterwards. We were supposed to buy a new Christmas Tree for my parents' home in Makati but it didn't push through because the Pedia, upon checking Asher, ordered us to stay for hospital admission. It was that instant that she diagnosed him with bronchial asthma. The culprit she said, could be the erratic weather change coupled with an allergy to more likely dust, smoke and other allergens at home. He needed to be admitted for a more intense treatment and for him to keep hydrated since he didn't have an appetite..he even rejected my breasts (for the first time in our exclusive nursing history). And also to monitor his on-off fever and vomitting episodes earlier. Later, we proceeded to the Emergency Room for some ordered procedures: nebulization, draw blood for the CBC, x-ray and the dreaded IV insertion. It was the most difficult and if I may add, traumatic part for me. I mustered all my guts to see and be with Asher while the doctor inserted the IV on him. He was "wrapped" helplessly with a blanket (to control his expected rowdiness and reaction) then afterwards, he was shrieking and bawling as soon as a needle poked him. To make matter worse, the first attempt on his left foot was unsuccessful (it wasn't placed in the arms because they can't locate a nice vein to insert to) so they had to poke and try again on the other foot. It's really a heartbreaking experience seeing him in pain. I was hugging him and touching his face all throughout this ordeal, whispering words of love and comfort. The husband, who's as shabby as I was, went to a corner and tried to avoid the whole scene. I told him later that he has to be strong because Asher could feel his weakness, all the more it'd be difficult for him. The husband perhaps realized what I said and he stood beside us and joined me in consoling Asher who was still shrieking because it took some time before the whole IV thing got settled.
Just a few minutes later, we were in the room. We were lucky to get a room instantly because most of those who were left in the ER for admission are waiting for vacant rooms. Thank goodness to hubby's company's HMO talaga, or else our stay wouldn't be as comfy as it was. Asher's room was a deluxe private so it's a bit spacious, there's a ref, tv with cable, telephone, a real single bed for the companion and a wifi router nearby (but we have to pay additional Php 300/24 hours for that). But as cozy as it was, I dreaded staying for so long pa rin. There's no place like home, as they say. And knowing the fact that my son is sick, a hospital is never fun to stay at. The husband slept on the single bed while I slept beside the little one on the big patient's bed.
To be continued...
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