What a week… Last evening topped it all off with a second visit to the emergency room in 5 days.
Last Sunday was mother’s day. The day that started out like any other day. We started our day with cooking breakfast for Grandmamma and celebrating her as a mom/grandma, came home, had a rest and then proceeded to Nana’s house to celebrate a whole gaggle of days all wrapped into one.

We weren’t in my mother’s home for more then 30 minutes when we noticed Eve was eating something. Her cousin, who they are teaching to share, had gone over to her and offered her a cracker. Of course Eve grabbed it and dummied it down. She started to cough and we realized she was eating something but didn’t know what. Everyone at that point was fairly nonchalant about the whole thing until boom, puke everywhere.
We quickly cleaned her up and I swept the remaining cracker out of her mouth with my finger. Then the hives started; I ran her to the sink and tossed her head under the tap hoping to wash the entire cheese cracker out of her mouth. It was too late, the reaction had started and Sue was in my ear and kept saying, “Give her the EpiPen”. I was getting frustrated with the entire situation and opt’d NOT to give it to her but to rush to the QCH ER. As I was flying to the ER her poor little face was swelling quickly. I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t second-guessing my decision. We got the ER and the staff very quickly took us in and monitored Eve. One of the first things the doctor said was “You should have given her the EpiPen”, that was like throwing gas on a fire. As I sat and stewed and tried to calm down watching my little girl in pain I wasn’t sure what I was more angry with, the situation or myself. Unfortunately I focused my anger in the wrong direction and Sue got the brunt of it.

This brings us to the past 24 hours. Friday was a long day; I had been at work from 1:30am to 6am and then from 11am to 4pm and not had much if any sleep in between. When I got home I took the baby and we went to Nana’s house for dinner.

The past week she had been showing signs of getting a cold but hey, what kid doesn’t have a cold when they are playing with other kids. Tiny humans are walking germ factories. As the evening went on my mom, sister and I were noticing that Eve was starting to wheeze. At 7:30pm I plunked her in the truck and we make our way home.
As we were driving home Eve was acting strange and she started to cry. I pulled over at one point because she really started to scream and it looked as though she couldn’t catch her breath. I loosened her belt and checked to see if I had caught her skin on the car seat but she just kept screaming.
When we got home Sue took her and tried to put her to bed, the entire time her breathing becoming more and more shallow. By 9pm I was content to let her cry herself to sleep but Sue wanted to take her to the ER.

When we got to CHEO they took her O2 stats and told me to sit in the waiting room and took Eve and Sue right away, I guess the stats where low.
Here’s a fun fact, there are 3 levels of concern at CHEO. The 1st is when we show up and they deem you well enough to sit and wait, the 2nd is you see a doctor within 15 minutes (our situation) and the 3rd is immediate admittance. Eve was extreme enough that she was taken right back.
Once my name was called and I filled out all the paper work they took me back to the room where they were. Eve was melting down because they put a steroid mask on her face and she didn’t like it. In her defence, it’s a mask that well… smokes (not really) and makes a lot of noise. I figure it would be terrifying for a tiny human.

The doctor came in and told us that she was going to have 3 of these masks plus a liquid that would help open up her airway and lungs. After the 3rd mask was administered they examined her and determined that she wasn’t reacting well enough and told us that she was going to have another, and possibly another and then maybe admitted.
It was now about 2am, I was running on about 4 hours sleep and they turned down the lighting. I sat on the gurney as Sue rocked Eve in a recliner chair and I had a meltdown. I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing and all I could think of is that I was a bad father. 2 ER visits in a week, both times I decided the wrong course of action. I decided NOT to give her the EpiPen and tonight, I was just going to let her cry herself to sleep.
It’s very hard to express my feelings on this whole thing. I’m dad, I’m supposed to be the Rock, the protector, and here I am making decisions that obviously go against that. I’m still processing my way though the past 5 days, and my brain is saying “Calm down, its ok” but my heart and gut are saying “What if? What if?”

Doing my best to make Eve comfotable
So, after 7 hours at CHEO we had our way home, crawled into bed and went to sleep. The sleep was short lived. 4 ½ hours later Eve was up and not real sure if she was ready for the day. She is definitely off her game today and I hope over the next day or so she will bounce back into her normal routine.
We’ve got a couple drugs for her and puffers. We are taking the puffer slowly because I think last night traumatized her.
The adventure continues…