Right this very minute, I am supposed to be on an airplane. With my hubby. On the way to Las Vegas. This trip has been planned for weeks and weeks. I've shopped and planned; bought new clothes and shoes and jewelry and makeup. This was a big deal for me, traveling is not something we do a lot of. Hubby is on a firefighter softball team at work, and every spring, they go to Las Vegas for a big softball tournament. I've not been able to go in the past, but, this year, we finally worked it out that I could. The team plays softball in the mornings, then, the rest of the day is free to do whatever. But, instead I am at home taking care of a sick kiddo. My poor boy, Connor (9), spent the night in the emergency room last night. He has been having a lot of allergy problems the past few weeks (itchy eyes, stuffy nose...). Saturday, he had a ballgame and then played outside the entire day. When he came in that night, he just looked whooped. He was tired, coughing, and said he felt like he couldn't breathe very well. He wasn't in any distress, so we just watched him. By Sunday morning he was feeling worse. We tried sitting him in a hot steamy bathroom, gave him some cough medicine with an expectorant, and lots of fluids, but, still he continued to feel bad. To make matters worse, Sunday afternoon I had a houseful of guests. My friend and I were having a Lia Sophia jewelry party (why I planned a big event like that the day before our big trip is beyond me). I was so stressed out. My son felt awful. I still had to pack and get ready for the trip. By Sunday night, he was wheezing and looking quite uncomfortable. We knew he needed to make a trip to the E.R. He ended up having to get several breathing treatments and they started him on a round of oral steroids. They sent us home (finally, at 3:00 a.m.) with a diagnosis of 'allergy-induced asthma' and with a nebulizer and orders to continue the breathing treatments at home every 4 hours! I knew I wouldn't be getting on that airplane and heading west. Hubby and I were so disappointed, we really needed this time away together. But, of course, we both knew I could never leave Connor when he was going through all of that. So, right this very minute, hubby is on an airplane. Heading to Las Vegas. He will be fine. Many of the guys on the team aren't taking wives/girlfriends, so he will have plenty of company. My sweet, but ever-practical daughter, came home from school today. She hugged me and said "Mom, sorry you didn't get to go on your trip with Dad". AWWWW, isn't that sweet and considerate. Then, she added, "At least you got to buy lots of new clothes!" Way to see the bright side of things!
P.S. Connor is feeling fine. He's just taking it easy, getting lots of rest and continuing the breathing treatments until we see his pediatrician tomorrow. By the way, he has NEVER had any type of asthma or breathing problems before. That is some scary stuff. The E.R. doctor said that the pollen is so high right now, that they have been seeing lots of first time asthma sufferers lately.
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