My poor Maddie has asthma. Most of the time it's controlled by daily medications.
Well, 11 days ago, Maddie had an asthma flare.
Her peak flow (which is breathing into a little tube and seeing how hard/far you can make the line move) was less than half of what it is when she is well. That meant she was in the Red Zone. The bad, take this medicine and call the doctor zone.
So we started doing (and have been doing) breathing treatments every four hours and taking all kinds of extra medications to help her breathing. We've driven two hours one way to see the doctor. TWICE.
And still today, she's no better.
I hate this.
There is nothing else that I can do, but it is so frustrating to watch your child suffer. Day after day, and not have anything you can offer, but to rub her back.
So, if you are a prayer person, say a prayer for Maddie. She could use a lift.
Well, 11 days ago, Maddie had an asthma flare.
Her peak flow (which is breathing into a little tube and seeing how hard/far you can make the line move) was less than half of what it is when she is well. That meant she was in the Red Zone. The bad, take this medicine and call the doctor zone.
So we started doing (and have been doing) breathing treatments every four hours and taking all kinds of extra medications to help her breathing. We've driven two hours one way to see the doctor. TWICE.
And still today, she's no better.
I hate this.
There is nothing else that I can do, but it is so frustrating to watch your child suffer. Day after day, and not have anything you can offer, but to rub her back.
So, if you are a prayer person, say a prayer for Maddie. She could use a lift.
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