It was another long, hard night for Curtie. He went to bed last night perfectly well, then at 9.35pm, he suddenly woke struggling for his breath, and choking on his vomit.
His lips were a disgusting shade of blue/purple or Cyanosed as us Med's call it. Off I went to get the phone. The number 000 is becoming all to common in our household.
After requesting a Priority 1 ambulance, the operator assured me that our beloved Paramedics were on their way. They were coming from the Gosnells Depot tonight, so it wouldn't be too long.
It always seems like ages, when you see your poor child struggling with each breath, ribs retracting and that look of desperation on his sweet little face. Poor Curtis, I often wonder if this will ever end, or even improve? They say that Croup settles as the child gets older...not Curtie. He has steadily become worse as he gets older. This is his 80th attack of Croup. Yes, no eggageration or bullshit here, 80 fucking times! I'm sincerely sorry for the F word, I rarely use that, but I am so fed up and tired, why can't they find a cause. The doctors treat the symptoms but don't find a cause. Who knows, maybe we'll never know. Just makes me wonder.
Anyway, our darling Paramedics arrived, it was lovely to see David again, he's the most gorgeous and gentle guy. Has been to us before, to help Curtie.
He gave him his adrenaline neb, and off we went to our "Subiaco home".
We were greeted in the usual way "oh Curtis, how many times now, mum?" 80 I say! The doctor sitting behind the desk, looks on in disbelief...just check out his notes, I say.
We were allocated the little room, between the main ED work station and Triage. Stayed there until a bed was available in Ward 4E, Observation.
I took Curtie and myself to the loo, and came back to the ward, ready to have his set of ob's taken before hopping into bed. His sat's were 100% by now, so I felt much better, and after tucking Curtie in for the night, and kissing his sweet little face, I was able to rest on my all to familiar recliner rocker, and imagine I was going to get a good night's sleep!!! If only!!
Morning came, and after a few hourly ob's by the lovely nurse on duty, Curtie was able to have breaky and get ready to go home to our "Sthn Rvr" house.
A while later, we met Peter and Jared in the carpark, ready to pick us up, and drop Jared to BearCare at the same time. We took Bunny in, and went home. Peter then went to work.
Didn't get any sleep, as Curtie was still like a barking seal and a bit restless. Before I knew it, was time to go pickup Mikaela from school, and head over to AustWest, to pickup my uniform, then go to BearCare to get BunnyRabbit. PS: BunnyRabbit is in fact, Jared!!! My beautiful little baby boy.
Bunny was happy as always, so we got his bag and said our goodbyes, then headed off home, to cook dinner and run a bath for the kids.
Now it's "my time" which I must say I really enjoy, as it is a rare occurence. But that doesn't go without saying, my kids will ALWAYS come first, so there you go. Another day in the life and times of the Light household.!
Hope all who read this, are having a happy, healthy day!
Much love,
Lyndall
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