28 May 2013
Guess who has 20/20 vision?!?!?
Yep, my eyes are perfecto!!! After nine months of wearing glasses because my eyes started to reject contacts, and after many discussions with Paul (when I questioned whether it was really worth all the money and Paul encouraged me to go for it), I decided to get laser eye surgery. Sure the procedure was really really uncomfortable, but so worth it. I could see immediately. It was and continues to be amazing. There's nothing better than being able to see from the second I open my eyes each morning until I shut them at night. I can swim and go to the gym and never give my eyes a second thought. It is awesome!!
20 May 2013
Elliot in the ambulance
On Friday night, Paul and I went out for our regular Supper Club date. We had just gotten home and settled into bed, when we heard a freaky gaspy sound coming from Elliot's room. It wasn't the normal barking cough of his croup or the usual wheeze from when his asthma flairs up, but it was not good.
When we got to Elliot's room he was sitting up, white as a ghost, grasping at the sheets and struggling for breath. We rushed for the Ventolin asthma puffer, put it in his mouth and started pumping it up and down. Every four to five puffs, we paused for a minute or so to see if his breathing had improved and tried to help him calm down and slow his breathing down. And when we noticed no marked improvement, we continued to administer the inhaler. After fifteen or so puffs, we called 000 and requested an ambulance.
One arrived within just a few minutes, and the lovely paramedics were so kind and efficient with Elliot. One of them explained to him in kid language what they were doing while the other very quickly put on an oxygen and steroid mask and took Elliot's vitals. They were off to the hospital within a few minutes.
Elliot's breathing began to improve before reaching the hospital. They kept an eye on him in the ER for a couple of hours and then sent Paul and El home with instructions to continue with our friend Predmix for the next three nights to keep the croup and asthma at bay.
Both boys have croup, and both boys have asthma, but for whatever reason, this has not ever been something that ever really troubled me. It's not that I've never worried about their breathing; heck, we've taken both boys to the ER for asthma or croup attacks several times each. It's just that I've never worried that we couldn't get it under control or that we might actually lose one of them because of it. Friday night changed that for both of us. What if we wouldn't have heard Elliot? What if we had the attack before we got home? And maybe it's because we lost my mom so recently, but the notion that one of our boys could actually die is now so much more real.
Having kids sure is one emotionally charged adventure, and we could handle a bit less drama to be sure.
When we got to Elliot's room he was sitting up, white as a ghost, grasping at the sheets and struggling for breath. We rushed for the Ventolin asthma puffer, put it in his mouth and started pumping it up and down. Every four to five puffs, we paused for a minute or so to see if his breathing had improved and tried to help him calm down and slow his breathing down. And when we noticed no marked improvement, we continued to administer the inhaler. After fifteen or so puffs, we called 000 and requested an ambulance.
One arrived within just a few minutes, and the lovely paramedics were so kind and efficient with Elliot. One of them explained to him in kid language what they were doing while the other very quickly put on an oxygen and steroid mask and took Elliot's vitals. They were off to the hospital within a few minutes.
Elliot's breathing began to improve before reaching the hospital. They kept an eye on him in the ER for a couple of hours and then sent Paul and El home with instructions to continue with our friend Predmix for the next three nights to keep the croup and asthma at bay.
Both boys have croup, and both boys have asthma, but for whatever reason, this has not ever been something that ever really troubled me. It's not that I've never worried about their breathing; heck, we've taken both boys to the ER for asthma or croup attacks several times each. It's just that I've never worried that we couldn't get it under control or that we might actually lose one of them because of it. Friday night changed that for both of us. What if we wouldn't have heard Elliot? What if we had the attack before we got home? And maybe it's because we lost my mom so recently, but the notion that one of our boys could actually die is now so much more real.
Having kids sure is one emotionally charged adventure, and we could handle a bit less drama to be sure.
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