Wednesday morning, my littlest guy, who is almost three, had to go to the hospital. He was having some issues with asthma, and breathing way too quickly and shallowly. After a valiant attempt by the doctor to keep him out of the hospital, we accepted the inevitable: an overnight stay at the least.
He was discharged yesterday afternoon, slightly more than 24 hours after he was admitted. Our first day there wasn't too bad, but by yesterday, this child had had enough of our little room and kept saying, "I want outta here!". Thankfully he was much better and we were able to walk around and play in the playroom for quite awhile.
Now we are home, and this child is high as a kite. The nebulizer meds really charge him up, and he is running around the house talking, singing, yelling, you name it. It exhausts me just looking at him. We go tomorrow for a recheck, and I am hoping we can wean him right off these treatments.
Or, maybe I should ask for a prescription for them. . .think of all I could get done. . .