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After a really tough night, we ended up at Mount Alvernia hospital this afternoon. Your chest was tight, your breathing shallow and you were very, very miserable. Bronchitis strikes again. The doctor recommended hourly nebulizer treatments and the hospital.

To say it was hard to see you like that would be an understatement. It was all I could to do hold the anxiety at bay and calmly get us through this. For the first few hours you were so, so good, but when night fell all you wanted was to go home, wanting nothing to do with masks and meds anymore. All I wanted to do was give you what you asked for, and not being able to do that, it broke my heart.

 

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2 Comments

  1. Naomi Britton
    Posted March 26, 2012 at 14:22 | Permalink

    Poor baby 🙁 breaks my heart

  2. Posted September 25, 2012 at 10:30 | Permalink

    This brings back so many memories of my really bad childhood asthma and I can only imagine how my parents felt. I was hospitalised countless times, and a few times, i would have a sudden attack at home – my dad would be at work – and my mum would have to call an ambulance. It’s just heartbreaking now that I’m an adult and I see friends kids with asthma (or similar). I hope she grows out of it, but you know it could also be a lot worse. Asthma is totally manageable if you know how (technically, I’ve still got asthma) and you can go on and lead a completely full life 🙂

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