What a crazy past few days…
The girls were at my parents this past weekend (they missed the girls while we were on vacation and Michael and I needed some serious rest). Saturday evening my mom calls saying Arlie was feeling poorly. I heard her coughing but assumed it was leftover sniffles from the allergies we all had over vacation (kinda rough going from a humid climate to a dry one).
Mom calls late Sunday morning saying Arlie was having difficulty breathing and was wheezing. The ladies at church were all worried about her, Mom was worried, my cousin was worried. Of course I couldn’t do anything from two hours away so I snapped at my mom (SORRY AGAIN, I LOVE YOU) that she was fine.
The girls come back to us Sunday evening. I can now see the breathing problems everyone was talking about. Fast, shallow breathing with intermittent wheezing. I still didn’t think it was bad. She wasn’t eating with her normal gusto (and this is the twin that cries if she sees you eating without sharing), but I still didn’t get too concerned. Tried giving her a bottle before bed and she threw up the contents plus the Tylenol we’d given her (it was like a liquid candy cane spewed on my pants). I started to worry a bit, but still not too much. Put her down to sleep and her breathing was so fast compared to Zoey’s.
Monday morning my alarm goes off and I realize I hadn’t heard a peep all night. I rush into the nursery expecting to find my child cold and not breathing, but she was fine. I go to work as usual but keep texting my mom for regular updates. Eventually I decide to email the pediatrician, if for nothing than to put everyone’s mind at ease. The girls have their 1-year well check on Friday but I assumed Arlie could wait til then. Nope. The pediatrician wanted to see her ASAP.
So we leave work early, go home and grab Arlie, and somehow make it to the pediatrician in less than 45 minutes. The ped said she heard some wheezing in Arlie’s lungs, but didn’t think it was asthma. She had a breathing treatment and after 15 minutes was doing so much better. The doctor thinks it was a virus that she might’ve picked up on vacation. She wrote us a prescription for a nebulizer and Albuterol.
I go to the pharmacy to pick everything up and was surprised at the low cost. Well it turns out that the prescription was just for the Albuterol. Turns out I needed a second prescription for the actual machine. The pharmacist tells me he’ll contact my pediatrician and call me later to let me know what he finds out.
I finally talk to the pharmacist at 6 last night. He got the prescription but their manufacturer is out of nebulizers (OF COURSE THEY ARE). He told me to go to any of his competitors and he would transfer the prescription (as he said “I don’t care about losing business, I only care about the health of your child”). So this afternoon will be spent tracking down which of the other pharmacies in town have nebulizers in stock.
The good news is that the neb treatment at the pediatrician really broke up a lot of the stuff that had been harboring in Arlie’s chest. She was in such a better mood last night and ate ALL THE FOOD. The night was a little rough though, since she spent most of our sleeping hours coughing up phlegm. At least she was getting it out, even if it was at the cost of sleep.