First of all, I wanted to say thank you all for the comments and emails of concern for my daughter. They meant a great deal to us.
Things are looking better for Gabby now that she's being treated for asthma. On Sunday, we had to take her to urgent care because she was having difficulty breathing again. Her oxygen saturation was at 94, so they gave her a breathing treatment.
The doctor who saw her in urgent care told us that her lungs were cleared up and that now the problem is asthma.
Gabby had RSV when she was 4 months old and our pediatrician told us that asthma could be a problem for Gabby down the road. The doctor that was saw on Sunday told us that 30% of babies who have RSV do go on to have asthma. Doctor said there's still a chance she will outgrow it and we're hoping that she does.
Asthma scares the shit out of me, people. Watching your child struggle to breathe is pretty fucking scary. I had a long conversation with the doctor and I do understand that it can be managed with proper medication. I need to educate myself on the disease so that I'm not so terrified of it.
Currently, they have her on a 5 day treatment of oral steriods (Predisolone.) She's also taking albuterol and Qvar (she'll be on that until the end of February.)
In the past 3 and a half weeks, we've spent over $300 on copays and prescriptions (our co-pays for both are only $10, I can not tell you how grateful I am for our health insurance. SO FUCKING GRATEFUL.) I've been to the doctors office more times than I can count (the boys have been sick too) and I've stood for hours in long ass lines with germy, sick people who do not think they need to cover their disgusting mouths when they cough. I've not slept in my bed for a week, but on the couch, with a sickly little girl sprawled across my chest. I've administered more medication than I think I've taken in my entire life.
But I'll tell you what I have NOT done.
I have not bought a single Christmas present. I have not bought Christmas cards, nor have I taken holiday pictures of my children, I have not baked, decorated or acknowledged that Christmas is NEXT MONDAY in any way, shape or form.
PigHunter did take the boys on Friday to get a tree. I had swore that I would never let him go shopping for a tree without me ever again, but I had to stay home with Gabby. He let the boys pick the tree out and I must say, it is probably the most perfect tree we've ever had, which is hilarious because this is the first year that no one but us will actually see the tree. I let the boys decorate it however they wanted to. I did not have the energy to care about little things like "properly spaced ornaments".
I always wait til the last minute to do my shopping and such, but I didn't count on the three (THREE!) children of mine being sick and me being unable to get out of this house except for doctors appointments.
I thought about going shopping today, because today is the first day that Gabby has not cried all morning long and the first day that she's been breathing normally, but, I'm now afraid to take my daughter out amongst the general public until she's had her flu shot because the doctor made it very clear to me that she MUST GET HER FLU SHOT AS SOON AS SHE'S FEELING BETTER. Apparently, it would be "very bad" for her to get the flu right now.
I suppose I'll wait til Tony comes home from work and brave the crowds and cold and start (I'm just starting. STARTING!) my Christmas shopping tonight.
I'm currently baking apple streudel for Ethan's class. He informed me at 9 last night that "oops, I forgot to tell you have to bake something for my class and it has to be something from Germany."
I'm not sure that apple streudel is from Germany, nor do I know if I'm spelling "streudel" correctly, but I do know that my grandmother makes it and she is from Germany and you know what? I'm worn THE HELL OUT, so that's good enough for me.







At times like these, it pays to remember the wise words of the Good Doctor:
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store."
"Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more!"
(yeah, right, tell that to my hellions if they don't get what they blackmailed Santa for)
Hang in there. We can trade Albuterol stories if you like (mine have mostly outgrown it but we still have a breathing machine that gets used at least a few times every winter)