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From 2nd birthday to the hospital

Last weekend we celebrated Mavrick’s 2nd birthday at the hospital. He was showing signs of coughing Friday night, but come Saturday things only turned for the worse. At first I thought he would be okay so I didn’t cancel the party, but halfway through the party Marc left with our baby to consult the doctors.

 My mom told us she suspected he had croup because both my sister and I had it when we were young. It’s a respiratory problem that makes it extremely hard to breathe under certain conditions like night time, when laying flat, and in humid conditions. When she explained to me that I was rushed to the hospital because I had stopped breathing, I have to admit I started to freak a little.

I was getting impatient waiting at home without any news, but I finally got a call  from my husband that they were going to keep him for the night. That meant I had to figure out what to do with Sienna because I wanted to spend the night with Mavrick. I tried to get a hold of my mom (who was at a wedding), but no luck. I left her 2-3 voicemails in hopes that she would listen to them really soon. At the same time, my next door neighbours arrived and I asked if they would take care of Sienna until my mom arrived (I figured my mom would come, even if I hadn’t spoken to her).

I knew Sienna would be in good hands so I left without a worry. I was extremely grateful, at that moment, that I had a freezer stash of breastmilk seeing as I’ve been solely breastfeeding her since she was born. I don’t think you realize how important it is until something unexpected like this happens.

I arrived at the hospital and Mavrick was still in the emergency ward. He had just fallen asleep. I tried to keep my cool but my mommy heart was breaking seeing his little arm with an IV. A few minutes after I arrived, they were ready to move him to the pediatric ward. Before transferring him from a stretcher to his bed, they had to examine him again. That’s when he woke up and started crying and screaming, making his breathing even harder. I tried comforting him, but tears kept streamed down my face. Clearly I’m not 1/10th as strong as my mom was. I gave him his lovey and pacifier and luckily he fell back asleep.

Once he got examined by the pediatrician, he confirmed that Mavrick had a severe croup, severe bronchitis and a massive ear infection. My poor baby. When he was awake he wanted to rip off his IV, put on his shoes to leave and cried at the sight of the nurses. I tried my best to calm him down with no success, so I had to restrain my baby and force him to breathe through a mask so they could administer his meds. Cue tears.

They kept him at the hospital for 3 days (2 nights), and I don’t think there could have been a bigger smile on his face when he was able to put his shoes on and walk away. We got home on Monday and even though his breathing improved considerably, it was still not back 100% so we kept him home with us until we felt he was okay to go back to daycare. We even kept him indoors because of the humid weather, which would only make his breathing worse.

I’m happy this whole thing is behind us, but I know it will take time for everything to get back to normal because it was a very traumatic experience. I’m so thankful my mom was there to see the first signs of croup so we caught it in time. Let’s just say he celebrated his 2nd birthday a whole new way. I hope no parent ever has to go through any type of hospitalization for their kids… it’s the worst thing in the world.

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