On Monday Mister and I traveled to Ottawa with a friend. She was going there for work, so we tagged along to go and visit friends of ours who had not yet met Mister. He was so well behaved on the way there, slept alot and was great about nursing at stops and going back in his car seat.
The first night there, I was really cold and didn't sleep well. The next day, Mister was a little out of sorts, perhaps crankier than usual? Just not himself. That evening, he was starting to cough lots, and that night was hell. Poor guy might have slept for two hours, maybe...he kept coughing and having trouble catching his breath. When I think back on it, I should have tried to go to a hospital (but I didn't have a car with a car seat). Our friends' son had the same Ventolin puffer as Mister, so we gave him some during the night.
First thing in the morning, our friend picked us up and we headed home. I waited until 9am to call our Dr.'s office and told them about Mister's symptoms. They recommended we stop at the next possible hospital, because his symptoms could worsen over the course of our 6 hour drive. We ended up in Renfrew and the staff of the Renfrew Hospital were fabulous. Mister was given vaporized Ventolin, had a chest X-ray one more round of vaporized Ventolin and a oral liquid steroid. Then he was a new kid! He was happy and able to nurse again (he hadn't nursed in over 12 hours!) They gave us a Ventolin puffer and air chamber for the ride home and Mister slept peacefully most of the way! Why didn't I take him to a hospital sooner??? Am I a bad mother??? Thank goodness for our Dr.'s office recommendation to stop at the nearest hospital and for the great care we received when we did. And thank goodness for our friends who helped me through the whole ordeal, as I was running on fumes of little sleep for the previous two nights.
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