So after our lovely stroll around the zoo on Sunday, this happened…
She woke up coughing and a little wheezy, so after a breathing treatment and some medicine, I sent her off to school with a lot of things for her teachers to look out for. Mrs. Gossett gave her a few puffs right before nap, and she laid down and fell sound asleep with no coughing. When I picked her up from school, she walked out and fell into my arms, silently. After a walk to the car without any more words, I knew something was wrong. Then when I was looking back at her in the back seat, sizing her up, she got mad and fussed at me for looking at her. We were for sure going to the doctor then. We tracked down Dr. Vargo and headed to the Southaven office to see him.
By the time we got there, she had a low grade fever, shallow breathing, and low oxygen saturation numbers. He immediately gave her some prednisone and a strong breathing treatment. That helped a decent amount, so he sent us home with more steroids and instructions to do a treatment at home at 7 p.m., 9 p.m., 2-3 a.m., and when she woke up. She stayed home from school on Wednesday and had two more treatments during the day and night on Wednesday, but a day of rest did her well.
We dyed Easter eggs, stuffed some plastic ones for her egg hunt at school, made her Star of the Week poster for next week, made tuna for lunch, had a good nap and good cuddles on the couch, and hung out with Spiffer and Granddaddy throughout the day. Sick days aren’t all that bad, but I sure was happy that she woke up breathing well on Thursday morning! Asthma is such a scary thing.