What a crazy weekend we ended up having! Saturday morning my baby B was admitted into the hospital. It all started Friday night right before me left town when I noticed Beckett breathing funny when he was sleeping. I ended up sitting in the back of the highlander just to watch him sleep as he began to cough and wheeze in his sleep on the drive to Midland. Well we rolled into town late and all went to bed pretty late too. Through out the night Beckett began to cough more and more and eventually would gasp for air between and after the cough. About 6:00 am he began having these coughing fits. Then while I was watching him sleep he stopped breathing! I immediately started blowing in his face and he quickly started breathing again. I freaked out and called the pediatrician office and the doctor on call was calm and told me to bring him in as soon as they opened. Once Beckett was seen by the Dr, things became very serious. Luckily while the Dr was looking over Beckett he was coughing and stopped breathing again, but immediately started to breath. The Dr was concerned with the way his lungs sounded and after seeing how low his oxygen levels were he wanted Beckett hospitalized. When the doctor told me not to freak out, I tried to stay calm but inside I was a wreak!
Saturday: While in the hospital the nurses changed my baby into a hospital gown, boy that's when it hit me that he was sick enough to be hospitalized. His oxygen levels were going crazy! Which didn't help that they were trying to get an iv in him or blood work. And while doing that it would make him so mad and he would cough and wheeze! At one point when Richard left to go check on the big kids, after they gave Beckett some meds in his IV. I guess it startled Beckett and he began coughing and started that breathing fit where he stops breathing and I had to call the nurses in there! His oxygen levels dropped to 64! Know eventually his oxygen levels rise, but throughout the day they stayed consistently 88 most of Saturday. Poor baby was straight up throwing up mucus like crazy! While we were there Saturday they also took xrays of Beckett's lung, started him on breathing treatments, gave fluids because he was dehydrated, and antibiotics. The rest of Saturday was a pretty much a blur!
Its the strangest feeling to be helpless, and count on others to help/treat your baby. Seeing him in the hospital crib was hard. Watching them give him breathing treatments as he fought them, and would stare at me. Richard and I cried when Beckett was screaming as the had to try several times to get his IV in him.
Sunday: It didn't seem like the breath treatments were working. Beckett was fighting for air during his feedings, his oxygen levels would drop to 64 or 74. He would gasp for air and the milk would straight rush out of his mouth it was pitiful. My lil guy was barely eating too! After the on call Dr made rounds he came in and had a new game plan. The respiratory therapist would administer a different kind of breathing treatment. By Sunday afternoon Beckett stopped fighting them, and laying there to breath them in. We were also admitted for another night. We had decided to all stay in Midland until Beckett was released. So Richard stayed with the big kids at his parents and I stayed the night with Beckett at the hospital.
Poor Allison and Cooper really didn't know what was going on. By Sunday I could see it had taken a toll on Allison. She didn't understand why we just could take Beckett out of the hospital. Cooper I don't think understood at all. Allison actually colored Beckett a picture of our family to hang in his hospital crib. Days and and nights at the hospital run together. On top of Beckett's regular 8 hour dose of his reflux meds he was taking antibiotics, so nurses were in out giving those to him. Nurses were in and out checking his oxygen levels and the respiratory therapist would come listen to his lungs too. Beckett was having breathing treatments ever 2-3 hours also.
Monday: The Dr made his rounds early at 7am. I could tell at Beckett's Sunday 11 pm breathing treatment he was getting better and then at his 1 am treatment after the respiratory therapist tried suction his nose she was getting a lot less mucus. The entire night his breathing and coughing wasn't so bad. And at 8 am his oxygen levels stayed constant at 95 for 12 hours. Beckett's regular pediatrician came to see us and had the results of the xrays which indicated Bronchitis. Dr S is concerned about about possible asthma, scaring from reflux, and a floppy airway. Dr S wants to schedule an appointment for Beckett with a scope to look down his lil throat. Beckett also has a follow up appointment to see how he is recovering in a few days. We were sent home with a nebulizer treatment and antibiotics. We checked out of the hospital a little after 10 am.
Some times I think we forget just how blessed we are. I am so grateful for the wonderful care Beckett received at the hospital. For all the phone calls, text messages, and emails sent out of concern, love, and prayer on Beckett's behalf. And the sweet ladies here in Hobbs from church bring us meals this week.
