
Our poor little Jackson! It started with a little cough on Saturday night and after a long night of coughing and no sleep, it progressed quite aggressively into every 2 hour breathing treatments. Once it gets to that point you can pretty much just sign yourself up for a hospital stay.
When we got to the emergency room all I had to say was, "My son is an asthmatic and he is having trouble breathing." They took him right back. Of course, one of the first things they do is check his pulse/ox. It was 76. Not good. He got a nebulizer treatment immediately and an IV to start the steroids. Within 15 minutes of arrival they were finding him a bed in the pediatric ward for our second hospital stay in two months.
Between the nebulizer treatments and the IV steroids, Jackson, was in a rare state of W.I.R.E.D. and completely exhausted. One minute he would be fussy and just want to be held and snuggled and the next he would be bouncing off the walls trying to figure out how to escape.
Here is a glimpse of the insanity.

Breathing treatments.

Eat plenty of snacks.

Discover a new hang out.


Sleep: sweet relief!

Can we go home yet?

Push the IV cart around.

Rearrange the furniture.

After exhausting all these options, Jackson, would turn to me and say, "A go-go?" And I in turn would have to break his heart and tell him, "Not yet." Then the ritual would start all over again. Needless to say we were so excited when we finally got to go home.




