Grayson was a fairly healthy baby. We did have a few colds that he needed to go the doctor's for but we always kept them under control, other than getting pink eye every cold season we have been blessed. One cold I remember taking him to the doctors office thinking that to me he was struggling to breath. The doctor assured me (after oxygn monitoring) that he was breathing fine and that a sure sign of labored breathing was the stomach sucking in around the ribs. Well that stuck with me.
Jump forward 2.5 years and Marshall has gotten the stuffy nose that his big brother brought home from daycare. What a joy having a 7 week old struggling to breath. I was giving him a bath last Monday night when I saw the sucking in around the ribs. Panick set in as I watched him breath heavy and the sucking continue. Thank goodness for Facetime because I Facetimed my Mom right away and she agreed with me. That was a cause for concern.
I got him out of the tub and in in his jammies and waited to see if his breathing slowed down at all and nope it stayed the same. I called our doctor, they got back to me with in minutes (it was after hours of course!) and she said to either go to the children's hospital (over an hour drive) or head to the pediatric urgent care. After discussing it with Michael we chose the urgent care and got him all packed up while my parents drove over to stay with Charlotte and Grayson.
Let me take a sidenote and say Grayson is amazing. It was bathtime when this all happened and so he still needed a bath, thankfully he agreed to a quick shower because once I explained to him that Marshall was having a hard time breathing because he couldn't blow his nose like him, he was more than happy to jump in the shower at super cat speed (PJ Masks anyone?) so that he could hold his brother and make him feel better. He was even good when we left before putting him to bed and gave us big kisses and told Marshall to "feel better fast Marshy Moo Moo" on our way out the door. Plus so thankful for my parents dropping everything and staying with our other 2 babies. We would be so lost without them.
Anyway we went through the drive thru for some iced coffee because we had been up some 16 odd hours at this point, on only a few hours of broken up sleep and didn't know how long the night would be and headed to the Urgent care. We were amazed from the second we walked in.
I signed in Marshall and before I could sit down they called me up to register him. I told them our concern was his breathing and that he was just shy of 8 weeks old and that he had been a preemie. She smiled at me and asked me to hold on for one second and she got up and went in the back. The next thing I know a NP is tapping me on the shoulder and asking me to un button Marshall's sleeper right there in the waiting room. She said his lungs were clear but that he was for sure laboring to breath and they wanted a oxygen monitor on him ASAP so she brought one out hooked it up to his toe and I finished registering him. Once I signed all the paper work they took us right back to get his temp and weight (which 11 pounds chunky monkey) and then took us back to a "crib room" as they called it.
Guys, Michael and I looked at eachother and said "can we stay the night here?" It had a full bed in it a TV with cable, noise machine and a crib. It was amazing.
Anyway Marshall's oxygen levels were good always saying between 94 and 100 (they said below 90 was cause for concern) but his heart rate would go up every once and a while and they said that was because he was so stuffed up and using every muscle he had to breath from his mouth since babies and primarly nose breathers he was struggling. So they decided to suck his nose out with the big machine.
The nurse came in and said I will just take him back since most parents cry and have a hard time with this. Michael and I both looked at eachother and said "We won't cry we are going with him" So they take us back to this big room with all these machines and I laid my sweet baby on the table. They basically have an electric machine and use a small catheder to suck his nose out that way they can go deep in and get it all out.
He screemed like I have never heard before, but the amount of stuff that they got out of his nose, they said was tripple what they normally get out of a newborn. He was blocked up so bad on his one nostrill that they had a hard time even getting the catheder up there but they finally broke through and got him all cleaned up. Plus I'm proud to report neither once of us cried. I think that speaks to being a second time parent and knowing that they are doing what they have to to help my baby. The staff was amazing and so kind and we will for be going back there if we ever have something happen after hours (hopefully it never does but kids have that timing of waiting unitl the doctors office is closed ha!)
He was breathing so much better after they sucked him out and fell right to sleep.
They told us a few times it was good that we brought him in because he did need to be cleaned out and we stopped him from swollowing all that mucus and getting even sicker. I used to try and avoid what my gut was telling me because a few times I was made to feel I was over reaccting however now I know that it's better to be safe than sorry when it comes to my kids and their health.
Jump forward 2.5 years and Marshall has gotten the stuffy nose that his big brother brought home from daycare. What a joy having a 7 week old struggling to breath. I was giving him a bath last Monday night when I saw the sucking in around the ribs. Panick set in as I watched him breath heavy and the sucking continue. Thank goodness for Facetime because I Facetimed my Mom right away and she agreed with me. That was a cause for concern.
I got him out of the tub and in in his jammies and waited to see if his breathing slowed down at all and nope it stayed the same. I called our doctor, they got back to me with in minutes (it was after hours of course!) and she said to either go to the children's hospital (over an hour drive) or head to the pediatric urgent care. After discussing it with Michael we chose the urgent care and got him all packed up while my parents drove over to stay with Charlotte and Grayson.
Let me take a sidenote and say Grayson is amazing. It was bathtime when this all happened and so he still needed a bath, thankfully he agreed to a quick shower because once I explained to him that Marshall was having a hard time breathing because he couldn't blow his nose like him, he was more than happy to jump in the shower at super cat speed (PJ Masks anyone?) so that he could hold his brother and make him feel better. He was even good when we left before putting him to bed and gave us big kisses and told Marshall to "feel better fast Marshy Moo Moo" on our way out the door. Plus so thankful for my parents dropping everything and staying with our other 2 babies. We would be so lost without them.
Anyway we went through the drive thru for some iced coffee because we had been up some 16 odd hours at this point, on only a few hours of broken up sleep and didn't know how long the night would be and headed to the Urgent care. We were amazed from the second we walked in.
I signed in Marshall and before I could sit down they called me up to register him. I told them our concern was his breathing and that he was just shy of 8 weeks old and that he had been a preemie. She smiled at me and asked me to hold on for one second and she got up and went in the back. The next thing I know a NP is tapping me on the shoulder and asking me to un button Marshall's sleeper right there in the waiting room. She said his lungs were clear but that he was for sure laboring to breath and they wanted a oxygen monitor on him ASAP so she brought one out hooked it up to his toe and I finished registering him. Once I signed all the paper work they took us right back to get his temp and weight (which 11 pounds chunky monkey) and then took us back to a "crib room" as they called it.
Guys, Michael and I looked at eachother and said "can we stay the night here?" It had a full bed in it a TV with cable, noise machine and a crib. It was amazing.
Anyway Marshall's oxygen levels were good always saying between 94 and 100 (they said below 90 was cause for concern) but his heart rate would go up every once and a while and they said that was because he was so stuffed up and using every muscle he had to breath from his mouth since babies and primarly nose breathers he was struggling. So they decided to suck his nose out with the big machine.
The nurse came in and said I will just take him back since most parents cry and have a hard time with this. Michael and I both looked at eachother and said "We won't cry we are going with him" So they take us back to this big room with all these machines and I laid my sweet baby on the table. They basically have an electric machine and use a small catheder to suck his nose out that way they can go deep in and get it all out.
He screemed like I have never heard before, but the amount of stuff that they got out of his nose, they said was tripple what they normally get out of a newborn. He was blocked up so bad on his one nostrill that they had a hard time even getting the catheder up there but they finally broke through and got him all cleaned up. Plus I'm proud to report neither once of us cried. I think that speaks to being a second time parent and knowing that they are doing what they have to to help my baby. The staff was amazing and so kind and we will for be going back there if we ever have something happen after hours (hopefully it never does but kids have that timing of waiting unitl the doctors office is closed ha!)
He was breathing so much better after they sucked him out and fell right to sleep.
They told us a few times it was good that we brought him in because he did need to be cleaned out and we stopped him from swollowing all that mucus and getting even sicker. I used to try and avoid what my gut was telling me because a few times I was made to feel I was over reaccting however now I know that it's better to be safe than sorry when it comes to my kids and their health.
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