Why does it seem that every week has to be so packed full of the unexpected. I like those weeks where everything you do is the same day in and day out.
Tuesday we took the boys in for immunizations. Each boy had 5 shots, totaling 15 shots. It sure made for a whiny afternoon and evening.
On Wednesday morning, around 2:30 a.m. Matt left on a 4 day float trip to the Middle Fork of the Salmon River. He was so excited to go and could hardly contain his excitement. Me on the other hand was not to fond of the idea. It made me a little nervous for him to go and float in all of those rapids. But obviously Matt go what he wanted and went on the float trip. He had a fun time. He keeps saying that it was the best trip in Idaho he has every done, but I really think he means it was one of the best trips he has ever done in his lifetime.
So while Matt was off floating the Salmon, I was at home facing the daily battles of the Nielson household. Wednesday, the first day Matt was gone, turned out to be the worst of them all. Brock was really wheezy and started acting like he did last time he ended up in the hospital. Finally after his nap, around 3:00 p.m. he definatley wasn't improving. So I called and took him in to the doctor. When we got there he was very whiny and restless. When they hooked him up to test his oxygen level, his was at 65. Not good. So off to the ER we went. When we got there they got him started with oxygen right away. Then they did several breathing treatments and then after 3 tries, the finally got an IV started. The poor kid. They decided that he was having an asthma attack. I also had noticed that Collin was starting to wheeze as well, so they gave me meds for all boys to try and stop anything that was starting, and around 8 p.m. we were released. I had taken the other 4 kids to my mom's, so I actually ran home and got all of our stuff and we stayed the night at my mom's. Who knew what would happen and I figured I could use a few extra hands.
He is doing so much better and I still give him probably one breathing treatment a day. He justs seems to wheeze alot. I guess that's what happens when you are born with preemie lungs. Hopefully we won't have to make a lot of trips to the ER.
Well only 2 more days until school starts for Paige and 3 more days until Matt starts school. It is sad to think that summer is almost over.
4 comments:
Sad picture....I hate the hospital ones. Sounds like Dad knew just when to leave eh? :o) If you ever need somewhere quick to drop your kids off please call! Hope this is the end of the ER!
Poor Brock, he looks so sad in that picture. I would to if I was poked several times. He is so sweet. I'm glad he is doing better.
Looks like Matt survived and the camera made it. Looks beautiful and fun. Sorry to hear about little Brock. You have earned your sainthood Brook! Maybe you can get a little peace and quiet when everyone goes back to school.
Poor little guy, he looks so brave though. What cuties.
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