We’re back from the doctor’s office. Boy, they really don’t hesitate to bring you in when you have an asthmatic child on your hands. The conclusion being that Ryley has influenza. WHAT? The doctor was even surprised when the swab came back positive. He had the flu shot back in October, but apparently it was ineffective against this strain. Tamaflu here we come, and he will likely be out of school the rest of the week. No Valentine’s Day party for him. Homework gets put off. The couch and our entire dvd collection will become his friends over the next few days.
The good news is that he sats were between 95 and 97%, and his lungs are clear so far. She did say to continue to be vigilant that this doesn’t bring on a full-scale asthma attack. We’ve been mid-yellow zone since 11:30. Pray that it stays that way.
I found myself near tears while we waited in the exam room. There he lay, barely able to move, his face, ears, and neck bright red from the fever, eyes watery, face pale, shivering from the fever too. I haven’t seen him this sick in a couple of years. But it all comes back so quickly. You so want to take it all away and just make him feel better. I watched his pulse race as the vein on the side of his neck pounded. I watched his breathing – too quick for a 6 year old. I saw him cry as I moved him to a sitting position. I saw him fall into a disturbed sleep as we waited for the doctor to come in. And I was reminded of those helpless days in the NICU when I could only sit by his bedside and watch, and hope, and pray. At least now I can touch him and hold him to try to provide some measure of comfort. At least now I can talk to him about taking medicine instead of him just having to endure it without even having the capability of fighting back as another needle or line is inserted. At least now I know his lungs are much stronger, his body so much bigger to give him added strength to battle this illness. How times change, but how they somehow stay the same.