HOSPITALity

Thursday afternoon Josiah was hospitalized after suffering a severe asthma attack. It is so hard to watch him suffer, and stressful deciding the right course of action. The doctors were very concerned about his condition and in a matter of minutes had an iv pumping steroids, antibiotics and fluids through his veins and a nebulizer giving ventolin to his lungs with oxygen between treatments. Up to this point Josiah has been labeled as having "allergic airways" but now that he is almost three the doctors gave an official asthma diagnosis.
Jason spent the night in the hospital, then we switched posts at 5am. The rest of the day I was with Josiah and Jason brought Annette back and forth so I could nurse her.


By the morning he was much better and we had some fun times including hide in the locker, push the locker around the hospital room, kick the "balloon" (an inflated laytex glove), listen to each other's hearts on the stethoscope, say "HI DOCTOR" to everyone who came in the room whether it was the nurse, cleaning lady, or his roomate's mom.

The doctor wanted us to stay one more night until she saw Josiah's rambunctiousness. . . as we were leaving Josiah called out to the nurses station "Bye, bye Doctors. Thank you!" This is the fifth time (including when he was born) he has been admitted the Prince of Wales hospital- and hopefully the last.