It is most definitely scarey when it's happening, and we got a double dose of it.
Allergies, even tho they weren't diagnosed at the time, landing our son in the hospital a couple times with pneumonia. At the same time we're doing all the testing for daughter who collapses in the middle of the floor or falls down stairs. Allergies and siezures can be life threatening as well.
And we were scared. Boy were we scared.
Finally our doctor referred us to an allergist for son and a neurologist for daughter. Son was a trooper thru the whole thing. So was daughter. In many ways, the kids handled it better than we did.
Daughter was about 2 when she had an MRI with contrast. We did wake and sleep EEG's. Regular blood draws to monitor medication levels. She'd have fits and tear her own hair out. One of the nurses commented once that daughter looked like a little chemo patient.
Son was sick sick sick. Constantly. Stays in the hospital because he couldn't breathe. Pnemonia because his lungs were flooded and infections set up. The allergy induced asthma attacks. Bad attacks where he literally could not seem to get his breathe. Being sent to an allergist with all the pin pricks for testing and the years of shots was a blessing for him. The doctor said when we started that only about 50% of all patients respond to the allergy shots. We got lucky. Son did. But, for a long time, our house stayed closed up, year round. Electronic air cleaner and whole house humidifier installed for him to maintain clean air and constant humidity.
While it's not peanuts, and I know from our friend how bad they can be, we still went our rounds with atypical childhood traumas.
We just didn't let the conditions control us more than we had to. We went on vacations just the same. Except there were doctors lined up in the towns we would be near just in case. Carried our meds with us. Found doctors or clinics that would give the shots or the meds as needed.
I didn't mean to say your situation wasn't serious. It is. And I completely understand your concern. But I would trade those times, back when I could control who held my child's best interest in the palm of their hands, for now easily. Today, they're teens. They know who sells drugs. They know who drinks. They know who's having sex with who. And I can't control the situations they find themselves in any more.
I hope we've raised them right. That if the situation arises, they know instead of getting in that car, or doing what ever, they'll call Mom and Dad to come get them. I hope we get that call, and not one from the Police. That one is locked up, or worse. Found in a car that flew into a ditch going at a high rate of speed, before it hit something and killed everyone in the car. Or that the car they were in was hit by someone else under the influence. I can't keep them home all their lives. They have to go out and embrace the world and all it has to offer. The bad along with the good.
Allergies, even tho they weren't diagnosed at the time, landing our son in the hospital a couple times with pneumonia. At the same time we're doing all the testing for daughter who collapses in the middle of the floor or falls down stairs. Allergies and siezures can be life threatening as well.
And we were scared. Boy were we scared.
Finally our doctor referred us to an allergist for son and a neurologist for daughter. Son was a trooper thru the whole thing. So was daughter. In many ways, the kids handled it better than we did.
Daughter was about 2 when she had an MRI with contrast. We did wake and sleep EEG's. Regular blood draws to monitor medication levels. She'd have fits and tear her own hair out. One of the nurses commented once that daughter looked like a little chemo patient.
Son was sick sick sick. Constantly. Stays in the hospital because he couldn't breathe. Pnemonia because his lungs were flooded and infections set up. The allergy induced asthma attacks. Bad attacks where he literally could not seem to get his breathe. Being sent to an allergist with all the pin pricks for testing and the years of shots was a blessing for him. The doctor said when we started that only about 50% of all patients respond to the allergy shots. We got lucky. Son did. But, for a long time, our house stayed closed up, year round. Electronic air cleaner and whole house humidifier installed for him to maintain clean air and constant humidity.
While it's not peanuts, and I know from our friend how bad they can be, we still went our rounds with atypical childhood traumas.
We just didn't let the conditions control us more than we had to. We went on vacations just the same. Except there were doctors lined up in the towns we would be near just in case. Carried our meds with us. Found doctors or clinics that would give the shots or the meds as needed.
I didn't mean to say your situation wasn't serious. It is. And I completely understand your concern. But I would trade those times, back when I could control who held my child's best interest in the palm of their hands, for now easily. Today, they're teens. They know who sells drugs. They know who drinks. They know who's having sex with who. And I can't control the situations they find themselves in any more.
I hope we've raised them right. That if the situation arises, they know instead of getting in that car, or doing what ever, they'll call Mom and Dad to come get them. I hope we get that call, and not one from the Police. That one is locked up, or worse. Found in a car that flew into a ditch going at a high rate of speed, before it hit something and killed everyone in the car. Or that the car they were in was hit by someone else under the influence. I can't keep them home all their lives. They have to go out and embrace the world and all it has to offer. The bad along with the good.
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