Sick baby

Crap. Sorry it's been so long. I worked 11 days in a row, had one day off, and was scheduled to work another 7 in a row, but I called in today b/c we we very nearly had to take Bugman to the hospital last night. He's okay, but here's what happened.

Last month he had a asthma thing that never completely went away. On Wednesday he started in with a wierd cough, we kept him home from school Friday and snagged the doc's last appointment of the day. He looked okay, acted like himself, kept saying he was okay, but when they checked his oxygen with the little finger alligator thingey the doc got real quiet. His oxygen was 88....normal is around 98. So we did some breathing and steroid stuff right there at the office and got the oxygen up to 92. I think if this wasn't his regular pediatrician, we would have been sent straight to the hospital. But since this doc knows us he made a plan, trusted us to stick to it and scheduled us for first thing this morning.

Needless to say, I was freaking terrified. How can he look and act so normal and be so incredibly sick? And of course I always have my Grandma in the back of my head and though I know the treatments and technology is far superior now compared to when she died, it still scares the hell out of me.

This morning his oxygen level was 98. *sheeww*

So other than being a little bored of sitting on the couch and sick of having this mask stuck to his face for a half hour four times a day and slurping down nasty tasting steroids, Bugman's fine.

More later. Promise!