The interesting thing is that they don't treat asthmatics with nebulisers anymore, but administer salbutamol with spacers. If it's needed, they'll hook him up with humidified (warmed) oxygen. But nebs just push cold air into the lungs, and as we all know, cold is bad news for asthmatics.
He was on the oxygen all night, with the nurses giving him spacers every 20 minutes, then gradually stretching it out. With all those steroids in his system, he had a case of the Ventolin Shakes. He wasn't eating or talking much. He didn't really recover until 11am on Monday. Here he is, Monday evening, on the Play Station in the children's ward.
We spent Monday night in hospital, and he had a good sleep. So we were allowed home the next day. He still had that cough, so I kept him out of school until I thought he was well enough to go.
The doctors will say 'keep him at home for two more days' but I usually don't agree with that, haha. He may get the doctors' pass to go back to school, but not the Mummy one! If I send him back to school too soon, he'll just pick up another virus and get even sicker.
So we had a quiet week (punctuated by a wonderful visit by the whanau from South Auckland on Transit of Venus Day), and a quiet weekend. I've been concentrating on trying to get him to eat more. He's a little boy, so he doesn't need to eat a lot, but when he's only eating half of what he usually does, I know it's the asthma. The best way to get him to eat, is to feed him what he likes. Something is better than nothing at all. So if he wants pies and hotdogs and mini-pizzas, he gets pies and hotdogs and mini-pizzas. I can't get him to eat the pies I make, yet! Haha.
The 'mini-pizza's' I make are basically glorified cheese on toast. Barbeque Sauce, slice of ham, topped with cheese on toasted wheatmeal bread. Cut into triangles. Because we love triangles. They are aesthetically pleasing. He can eat 4 slices (of bread) on a good day.
So, we were at home together on Transit of Venus Day. We watched it together with our special glasses. I'm pretty glad last week worked out like that. I'd loosely planned to go to Tolaga Bay, to hang around and watch it up there. But I didn't care in the end, because it was something I wanted to do with Tawhai. And I did. Yay! I found it exhilarating, and I feel lucky for being able to watch it in my lifetime.
The rest of last week passed quietly. I had a meeting on Thursday afternoon, yelled at a kid for throwing half a brick at the house. Watched Tawhai play Batman. Drew and painted a bit.
By Sunday he looked all good to head back to school. And he started back yesterday. We had an appointment with the paediatrician, Dr. Grant. We have those twice a year. He told me that Tawhai is too old to grow out of his asthma. He will probably always need a puffer now. That came as no surprise - his father still uses one, as do I.
Tawhai's chest is lovely and clear, and he is back to his old self. Singing along to the music I listen to, chatting a lot, telling me stories about Batman. Laughing at my Christian Bale impersonations. And various other silly voices I have in my repertoire. I love making him laugh.
He's back at school again, today. This week I am looking forward to watching the practice for the play his class are doing. It's about the trip to Waipiro Bay earlier this year.