On Sunday morning Hank woke up around 5:30 and cried for a little while and then fell back to sleep. Then a little around 6:30 he woke up crying again, but the cry was different. It sounded more like a hurt cry. I went to his room and got him out of bed and tried rocking him, he couldn't be consoled. I went into the front room but continued crying really hard but was also grunting like he was having a hard time breathing. After not being able to calm him down and still breathing really hard I called my mom. Hank needed to be seen. I ended up at an Insta Care. I was asked all the questions of what is going on...no he hasn't had a fever, no coughing, no runny nose, and it just started this morning. They did and x-ray and thought that they could see he had broncillitis. They did a breathing treatment and gave an oral steroid. Said it should be better in a couple hours. After taking Hank home and he took a 4 hour nap he was still doing a grunt on his exhale breaths. I called the pediatricians office that was now open. They said to just bring him down and get him checked. The dr listened to his breathing, listened to his lungs and thought that he believed he had inhaled something. And sent me to the hospital for more x-rays. This time they x-rayed him on his side which is suppose to collapse the lung. It would show if something was in the lung. After about 1 1/2 hours they called me and told me " I needed to go up to Primary Children's hospital and they would take a look at the x-rays and then determine if he needed surgery." What...this is my baby. This was not how this Sunday was suppose to happen. So with tears in my eyes and trying to be strong. We called our friends and asked for help with a blessing. My mom came over and we headed up to the hospital. We arrived around 8:00. Everyone came and listened...this dr and nurse and then more dr's and nurses. The radiologist looked at the x-ray couldn't see what was in the lung but could see that the lung wasn't collapsing the way it should in the x-ray. They surgeon came and we disgust what had been happening today and they listened some more to his lungs. We were told that they were going to do the surgery (bronchoscopy). And the surgery should happen between 10-12. A newborn came in and then a 15 year old gun shot wound victim bumped us back. A little after 3am we were told it was our turn. We headed up to the operating room. My sweet little baby clinging to me and probably wondering what is happening to me. They took him and of course he went hysterical, but I knew they would take care of him. After about 30 were told that everything was over and no foreign objects were found in the lungs....what! I was really relieve that everything was ok, but what was wrong with my baby. After a couple hours struggling to get him to sleep he woke up a different kid. He wanted to play and drink and was talking. We ended up leaving the hospital around 9:30. We got home and you would never have known what we had just gone through if you looked at Hank.
I am not sure what is was or why we had to go through this scary time. A lot of drs looked at the x-rays and could see the air pocket in his lung, but there was nothing there.
So, I am going to call it a blessing or miracle. Thanks to the healing hands of a Heavenly Father who loves me and my little family.
I also have to thank all of those that helped and prayed for my family. It was so comforting to know I didn't need to worry about my girls while I was gone.
p.s.
Also this happened in the same week Rod had shoulder surgery. He had his rotator cuff and laburnum repaired. He is doing better. He has a hard time finding the right position to not cause pain, but is doing good.
my little girls loved this little step seat...just as much as hank
