Medical dramas over the weekend

Alexa and I went to stay with my sister and her husband and baby this weekend, as Shawn was away.  We had a lovely day on Saturday, and then an hour after Alexa had gone to bed we heard her wailing.  I went in to find her struggling for breath and terribly distressed.  In England we have a number you can call for medical advice.  We called it, and they immediatley called us an ambulance.  The ambulance had great trouble finding us, because our location didn’t show up on their sat nav, but eventually a paramedic arrived and gave her a nebuliser.  Her sats, if this means anything to any of you, were 83%- they should have been 98-100%, so it was worrying, and we were dispatched to hospital in the ambulance, with Estie driving behind us.

By the time we got there, Alexa was feeling better, although her breathing was not dissimilar to Dath Vader’s.  She played very happily in the children’s A&E and made a lot of friends.  Eventually she was diagnosed with croup and given a dose of steroids.  We were discharged at about 2 am.

When we got home she slept in my bed with me, and at 4 am woke, struggling to breath again.  That was a very bad moment.  I had no idea what to do, and wished that Shawn was with me to help me make a good decision.  I ended up calling an ambulance, but then cancelling it, as she had gone back to sleep and seemed a little better.  When she got up at 7am we went into hospital again and were given an inhaller to use.

It was a horrible 24 hours, but now I think about it, there is so very much to be thankful for.  I am very grateful to live in a country where people rush to your aid when you are in trouble, with all the right training and equipment.  I am grateful that I wasn’t at home on my own and had my sister’s company and support at the hospital and the next day (and her husband Rob was a trooper throught the whole episode too).  I am grateful that Shawn forgot to take our TomTom out of the car, so we could find our way back home from the hospital through the windy lanes in the pitch dark.  I am more grateful than I can say that Alexa is safe and well.  God is good.  God would still be good if she wasn’t safe and well, but I might be struggling to say it today.  As it is: GOD IS GOOD! And all the people said, “Amen.”

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