Sam gave us quite a scare Wednesday morning, but thankfully everything turned out to be fine! He woke up with a cold and was wheezing pretty badly. We gave him two breathing treatments which helped for about 5-10 minutes and then his wheezing worsened as he raced around (still with plenty of energy and playfulness!). When he was sitting in the highchair eating breakfast, not moving around, and I could hear him wheezing from across the kitchen, I decided it was time to bring him in. We got a 8:15am appointment and raced on over. In the car on the way over, I burst into tears fearing the worst. I began to mentally prepare myself for another visit to the ER and hospitalization because his symptoms were so similar to the respiratory virus that attacked his lungs 2 months ago.
The doctor saw us almost immediately and took his pulsox (which measures the amount of oxygen in his blood). A "great" number is above 95, but he must be above 90. When he went to the ER in July, his number was 82 which was very scary. On Wednesday, his pulsox was 96!!! We were overjoyed! The doctor listened to his lungs and concluded that the wheezing was due to mucus in his throat and was NOT related to his breathing nor was there any problem in his lungs. However, she assured us that there's no way we can differentiate the cause of the wheezing without a stethoscope and we were correct for bringing him in. He had just seen the pediatric pulmonologist 48 hours ago and his lungs were perfect then, so we all felt great that he was breathing fine and he was not in danger.
Throughout all of this, Sam couldn't understand what the big deal was because he was playful, energetic, trying to destroy everything in the dr office, and his normal happy self.
Brad and I were so relieved that everything went well. I wonder how many times he'll have to get sick with a normal cold before we start freaking out that we will end up in the ER again. After a scare like that, I think it might be a while.
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