It’s been a funny old week. I spent Tuesday bursting with pride at how resilient Dubz has been with the various problems he has had with asthma and glue ear. He had two appointments on Tuesday and did not complain that in the space of an hour (in two different locations), he had a prescription review (with a new nasal spray that he does not like), a hearing test and a post-op with the ENT Consultant.
For those of you who follow me on Instagram or Twitter, you will know that our Easter holiday did not begin well. Dubz woke up at 11pm last Friday, coughing. He barely slept that night. He kept choking on phlegm and was quite uncomfortable and listless. On Saturday morning we took him to the emergency doctor at the hospital. The emergency doctor sent us straight to the children’s A&E. The nurses and the doctor saw us immediately.
Dubz had very low oxygen levels and was having difficulty breathing. After a few rounds of oxygen and nebulisers, Dubz was feeling a bit better but his oxygen levels, though improved, were still quite low. They doctor put in an iv and they sent him for a chest x-ray. He was admitted to the hospital and we spent the next two nights in the children’s ward.
Dubz quite enjoyed his hospital stay, once the iv came out and he was unplugged from the oxygen machine. He loved the playroom, being able to go on the iPad lots and getting to sleep on/in a bed next to his mummy. But I was so happy when we were discharged, and I could finally take my boy home. On a side note, I learned that mums should probably have a little bag packed for a hospital stay as husbands have the tendency to pack you clothes that have holes and completely forget to pack you knickers and socks.
The doctors diagnosed Dubz with an Upper-Respiratory Wheeze. Later, the head consultant said it was likely to be ‘the first’ asthma attack. As it was such a serious episode, they have put him on a preventative puffer that he needs to use twice a day to hopefully prevent a future attack. Husband had asthma when he was a boy, so we thought Dubz might have it too (Dubz has also inherited his father’s glue ear – damn that Husband). Fingers crossed that my boy stays out of the hospital in the forseeable future.