Archive for January, 2010

Be Encouraged

“May our Lord Jesus Christ himself and God our Father, who loved us and by his grace gave us eternal encouragement and good hope, encourage your hearts and strengthen you in every good deed and word.”      2 Thessalonians 2:16-17

A Few Updates

Elliot, as you probably guessed, is through with his stomach virus.  But he missed the entire week of school last week!  Ugh.

Zippy is home again today.  We had a pretty rough asthma day yesterday.  We went back to the doctor, who added some additional meds.  He said that it is highly unusual for an 8 year old to have experienced such respiratory distress from croup — at that age it is usually not that serious.  We were up all night last night doing treatments nearly every hour.  I think maybe (crossing fingers) he has made a turn for better in the last hour.

We have not spent anymore time with Chloe on her Proloquo2Go.  I really need to be using it with her, but I haven’t had the energy or time because of my sick boys.  Next week for sure!!!

I have missed my electric blanket the last few nights.  Zippy slept in my spot one night, we spent one night in ER, and then I slept in the living room to be closer to Zip and the nebulizer last night.  Tonight — it’s me and my blanket!

My van finally got to the shop!  And I don’t think my mechanic hates me.  🙂

Zippy is still terrified to fall asleep because of fears of dying.  He told me yesterday during a breathing treatment, “I might not ever go back to school.”  When asked why, he replied, “Because I might die tonight.”  Ugh!  Lord, please give him Your peace!!!!

Chloe had a rough day at school this week and slapped one of her aides across the face.  Ouch.  Wow.  That’s a rough day . . . (for both of them!)

I am tired and behind on everything.  Sleep is a beautiful thing, and I miss it.  But surely I will experience it tonight. (Again, crossing fingers.)

A Trip to ER

We were awakened by the sound of Zachary gasping for breath about 12:30AM last night.  He was in a panic, his eyes huge and terrified.  With every breath in and every breath out, his neck and chest constricted tightly as he struggled to breathe.  It had come on fast.

Before I even made it to him, Paul was working on a breathing treatment — our only defense in the battle.

Several times, Zach started to cry in his panic.  But each time I was able to calm him and remind him of his important job:  to breathe.  No breath for crying.  No breath for talking.  Just breathe.

You could literally hear his stridor and struggle across the house.  He was in the middle of a big, bad one.

Starting a second treatment, Zach’s condition had not improved.  While I tried to decide whether to call 911, Zach’s desperate question, broken up between labored breaths, caused me to make the call.  With huge, terrified eyes, he asked me, “Am I going to die?”

While huge tears leaked from his eyes, I assured him he was not going to die.  “Just keep breathing.  Look at me.  You are doing great.  Keep breathing.”

I called 911 and reported what was taking place.  They immediately got the ambulance in route.  While we waited for help, Paul held Zachary and I worked to keep him calm and breathing.  A few minutes later the ambulance finally arrived at our house.

Upon arrival, the paramedics informed us that he needed to be transported to ER.  While they prepared Zach for transport, I quickly dressed and grabbed my purse.

Zach continued to be an amazing trooper.  The lack of breath horrified him.  The pain in his throat and chest terrified him.  And the ride on the stretcher and into the ambulance made him panic.  He was shaking and wide-eyed as they hooked him up to machines and started an IV.

By the time we reached the hospital, he had had a dose of steroid intravenously and 4 breathing treatments.  His breathing was still quite labored, but the retractions were less severe.  Still, no stethoscope was needed to hear his wheezing.

I just sat beside him, holding and rubbing his hand, while the nurses worked to get him more stable.  About 15 minutes after arrival, I noticed that I couldn’t hear his breaths anymore.  A really good sign!

As Zach’s breathing became easier, he realized how sleepy he was.  It was 2:30AM.  But before he would let himself relax even a little bit, he turned to me with his big, scared eyes and asked, “Mom, if I go to sleep, do you think I will die?”

I again assured him that he wouldn’t die, that all of these people were watching him and would help him.  But he still didn’t relax at all.  I don’t think he believed me.

The doctor came in and told us that what Zach had experienced was a combination of croup and asthma.  We could go home, but we were to come back if it started again.

Finally a little after 3AM, Zachary said something to me and realized that his voice didn’t sound hoarse or constricted.  His eyes lit up, his burden of fear was lifted, and he beamed at me, “Mom!  My voice!  It’s better!”

And that was his turning point.  That is when he was convinced that he wouldn’t die.  His whole demeanor changed in an instant.  He finally let himself believe that he was, indeed, going back home.

“I can’t wait to see my daddy!”

“I can’t wait to see my house!”

We came home around 3:30.  (Thanks, Papa, for picking us up in the middle of the night!)  And Zach danced around a little bit in the dark living room — literally celebrating life!

Last night and today, we’ve had several discussions about asthma and about death.  He keeps asking about it.  He was terrified.  Oh, how it breaks my heart to know how scared he was.

And we find ourselves thanking God yet again for sparing Zachary’s life!  Thank You, Lord!

Not Me! Monday

Today I’m joining MckMama and lots of other bloggers in Not Me! Monday, where we are confessing many things that we absolutely did not do this week!  (Of course we didn’t!)  You can click on over to her blog to see what other bloggers have not been doing!

Here are a few things I have not been doing:

I did not cancel on my mechanic 4 times in the past week and a half.  Nope.  Not me! That would seem rude and flaky — two things I certainly am not!  I didn’t call him and say I would bring my minivan to him on Friday, remember I would be busy at a conference and call him back to change it to Monday.  I then did not call back a few minutes later after remembering my kids were out of school on Monday and reschedule to Tuesday.  I did not call on Tuesday explaining I had a sick child and would need to reschedule to Thursday.  And then, when my child was still sick on Thursday, I absolutely did not decide to just not show up simply because I was too embarrassed to call him again.  That would be the ultimate of silly and unreasonable.  And today I didn’t ask Paul to call the mechanic and schedule for tomorrow so that I wouldn’t have to embarrass myself again.  Nope.  Not me!

I have not spent 4 hours cleaning and organizing my bedroom in the last few days.  There is really no way my bedroom could ever require that much work.  And I do not need to spend about 4 more hours in there to get it in shape. No. That would mean that I’m some sort of slob or something.  Not me!

I did not use my electric blanket this past week even on the days that it got up to 80 degrees outside.  That would be crazy.  I am not absolutely spoiled by the toasty-ness of my new blanket.  No way.  Not me!

How about you?  Anything you have not been doing this week?

Looking up!

I love wispy clouds!

And, as I’ve said before, I love to see the moon in the daytime.  Wish the photos would show it.

It was there.  I saw it.  It made me happy!  🙂

Playing ball

Zippy is playing basketball and loving it!  He’s good at it, too.  His team is the Longhorns, and they are the burnt orange and white just like the Texas Longhorns.  It is a bit difficult as big ol Baylor fans to cheer for the Longhorns!

Zippy scored two baskets in his game last week.  He hustles, he listens to the coach, and he encourages his teammates.  We are quite proud.

(I will try to get some photos of our other favorite basketball player this weekend.)

How did she know?

At the boys’ basketball game last weekend, a lady sat in front of us on the bleachers.  When she first sat down she looked around and greeted everyone who would make eye contact with her — a nice lady.

Chloe had been sitting on Paul’s lap, but after a while she got down and sat on the bench between us and the lady.

Nearly immediately the nice lady turned around and greeted Chloe who was playing with an electronic handheld game of some sort.  The lady asked her some question like, “What are you playing?”

If Chloe glanced up at all, it was a quick and unemotional one with no response.  It was like a busy kid playing a game and not acknowledging that they’re being spoken to.  Not very unusual, right?

Oftentimes at this point, I would help Chloe answer the question.  This particular day I did not.  I just smiled at the lady and looked back up to the basketball game.

But the lady proceeded then to chat with me.  She asked me where Chloe goes to school.  I answered.  Then the lady told me that she works with “kids like her” at a school in a nearby town, that she has been doing it for years, and that she is so impressed with how much “they” can learn.

I mostly just nodded and smiled.  I chose not to be offended by the use of “those kids” and “they” and the surprise that “they” can learn; instead, I recognized that she was just trying to connect and relate.  She had no intention to offend anyone.

But I wondered, too, how did she know??  How did she know that Chloe had any special needs or any developmental disorder?  All that had transpired was the ignored question which seemed pretty ordinary and typical to me.  So how did she know?  What had happened that clued her in so quickly that Chloe had special needs?  I was baffled.

It was then I realized that Chloe had been growling constantly since the woman had first sat down.  The game was quite noisy, and Chloe was growling to drown out the noise.  She gets overstimulated and upset at loud, unexpected noises, and the cheering at games is the worst!  She was playing her little game and growling her little growl the whole time.

Ok, so her growl gave her away. . . .

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