My oldest teen son, RC, was very sick over Thanksgiving weekend. It actually started a few days prior to Thanksgiving, but by last Thursday he was in pretty bad shape. RC has suffered from asthma since he was only 3 months old. Every time he catches even a simple cold, it becomes a serious challenge to keep him breathing.
As a young child every single cold he ever caught meant at least one trip to a doctor to stabilize his breathing. Good times …
I've taken him to the hospital emergency room an awful lot since his babyhood. He's been rushed from school for emergency treatments and scared the shit out of me many, many times. Every parent of a severely asthmatic child knows what sheer terror it is to watch your child gasp for breath.
Once, when RC was less than two years old, I raced him to the ER convinced I'd never get there in time. My heart was racing, I was so freaked out I shouldn't have been driving, but omigod there was no time for an ambulance!
The biggest miracle of the night was the fact I didn't crash the car in my crazed rush for the hospital.
RC survived that particular crisis. I did too, but that one night alone must have aged me ten years. I will never forget cradling him in the hospital as a team of respiratory specialists worked frantically to keep him breathing.
As RC has gotten older we, with the help of an asthma specialist, have been able to keep his breathing under control much better than when he was younger. Whenever he gets sick, however, our entire family holds a collective breath right along with him … hoping we can get through the "crisis" without a trip to the hospital.
His doctors have even given us an "emergency kit" to keep at home. It includes some very serious drugs which, I'm told, are normally not allowed to be administered at home. Yes, it's that scary.
Given his history, you can understand why I panicked as I watched RC get progressively worse last week. This time it was more than just a cold that triggered his asthma. RC had a high fever, a bad sore throat, and a respiratory infection. Of course, everything peaked on Thanksgiving night. (When every doctor in the country is home sleeping off their turkey coma!)
RC got through it with the help of our home emergency kit. After four days of struggling he's now stabilized and fine. I barely slept during the entire ordeal because I needed to be awake to make sure he was breathing. I wanted to be ready to leave for the hospital on a moment's notice. What mother can sleep in those circumstances?
So really, is it any surprise that I woke up last Saturday with a sore throat and fever of my own? I never get sick. This "bug" of RC's is kicking my butt. The thing about being a mom, especially this time of the year, is there is no time for resting. Despite feeling like crap, I was out running errands with TR every day over the weekend. I was also cooking, doing laundry, and picking out our family Christmas tree. There's so much that needs to be done around the holidays.
In any case, I hope you'll be patient with me this week as I try to recuperate a little. I'll be posting every day, but if my writing seems a little off you'll know why. (Many of you think my writing is always a little off anyway!) I'm still maintaining my normal routine, but I feel like crap. I'm drinking a lot of tea and living on cough drops. Between TR's visit home, nursing RC back to health, and being sick myself, I'm hopelessly behind on emails and my blogging routine. If you haven't heard from me, please accept my apologies. I hope to be caught up again in a few days.
UPDATE: 3:35 a.m. Did I say RC was stable? Noooooo, he's not. I am still up with my own sky-rocketing fever and now he's up too. That's right, another night of NO sleep. Ugh!! I think I need to get him to a doc NOW. (Maybe me too?)
I'll have another Joe the Bigamist update for you sometime this week!