Hospital stays and exhaustion.

My 7 year old son has been in the hospital since Tuesday afternoon dealing with a “severe asthma exacerbation”.

(Picture of my actual life below)

His lungs got extremely clamped down, and took their sweet time to make even the smallest amount of progress.

It’s been exhausting.

He very quickly went from room air, to needing oxygen, to needing high flow oxygen, all within the span of a few hours on Tuesday.

He’s needed breathing treatments every hour until Wednesday morning, where they spaced them to every 2 hours.

This morning they are going to try spacing them to every 3 hours.

His lungs have opened up a bit finally, but all he’s done is lay in bed for the past 3 days not eating or moving.

His neuromuscular disorder has made the asthma issue about 100x worse, because he isn’t strong enough to take a deep breath to help himself clear secretions, or even just breathe.

We won’t be going home today, it’s looking like Friday at the earliest.

Every time he stands up or moves, he gets these insane coughing fits and nearly throws up from exertion.

He’s nowhere near his baseline.

He’s still on high flow oxygen, and thankfully, last night went much better than the one before. The previous night he spent quite a long time freaking out and panicking about the high flow oxygen mask being on him. He woke up the next morning saying it didn’t bother him anymore.

So. That’s where I’m at.

My son in the hospital actually fighting for his life, and my birth sons birthday in exactly 1 week.

Yeah…I don’t have a lot going on. Don’t worry. I’m totally fine.

Oh yeah, they said if my son was dealing with this for much longer before we all decided hospitalization was necessary, his body likely would’ve been too tired to fight and come back from it.

Like I said, I’m fine.

He’s fine.

We’re all fine.