okay not really.
mostly the metaphorical bat got applied to my overactive guilt complex. Thank you for all your encouragement, comments and prayers.
So this morning at 4 a.m. Ginny was breathing really heavily. wheezing and rattling and just having trouble. She wasn’t struggling per-se and she still had no fever, but…
yes, sad to say I, logical I, am not immune to
apparently neither is my hubby.
We both listened to Ginny breathe, clocked the seconds till we could expect her breathing treatment to work, waited …..and waited……
“well it’s kinda better. ”
“yeh, a little bit. sorta.”
“um, you know, it’s not really any better is it?”
“no, you are right, it’s not. Shes still struggling and rattling”
“well, we have two hours till the doctor’s office opens. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yep. Let’s go camp on their doorstep and be there when they arrive”
So that’s what we did. We were there before the nurse opened the door. We got to see Dr Jenny again and clarified a lot of stuff.
First of all, my written instructions which said to only give the albuterol “every 4 to 6 hours as needed” ARE correct. BUT she clarified the “as needed part” to mean that Ginny basically is in a CONSTANT STATE of “as needed” right now. And will be for the foreseeable future.
oh. okay. Then why oh why did they bother to include the words “as needed”?????? Turns out they have to say that for some obscure reason. Whatever.
Also it turns out RSV can hit old people really hard too. So I’ll give two guesses as to who else in our family now has RSV…yup, you got it in one guess. My Mother. As the daytime caregiver, we had to have my mother tested, to make sure she didn’t have anything she could pass on to Ginny right now. So now they are both ensconsed in the nursery. With individual nebulizers. I’m starting to feel left out here. Maybe I need a nebulizer too? nyah.
The heavy sounds in her little chest are just mucous building up and we have to make sure she is getting alternating, four hour apart treatments of saline and of albuterol. Which means she will be attached to the hated nebulizer once every two hours for the next two weeks at least. Joy oh joy. (can you hear sarcasm in there somehwere? )
Oh and if someone can figure out when Martin and I are supposed to sleep I’d love to hear it. Cause it turns out we are supposed to wake her up to give her the treatments every two hours. Beg pardon?
Isn’t one of the cardinal rules : NEVER WAKE A SLEEPING BABY??????
Ever been in the hospital? Ever been awakened every two hours by “helpful” nursing staff who just want to give you medication. It’s a real bummer. No one gets any real rest from two hours of sleep.
On the other hand Ginny still seems cheerful. Sleepy, snotty, bleary eyed and wheezey….but cheerful. Apparently she hasn’t yet decided to hate us for the breathing treatments, though from her language while the treatments are actually happening, you would think she was planning to murder us all in our beds. This child can CUSS a blue streak. It’s all baby talk and screams, but even I don’t need an interpreter to understand.