It was a loooooooooong weekend this past week.
Wednesday Tucker had an EEG done at LeBonheur. It was horrible. He didn't want to go to sleep (they have to monitor his brain waves while he's asleep AND awake), so I had to literally force him to go to sleep. He screamed himself to sleep for 20 minutes. I felt like the worst mother in the world.
Then Thursday I took him for a checkup at his normal doctor because he's been wheezing.
Well, his oxygen levels were pretty low, even after a breathing treatment.
So she sent us to the hospital.
I swear, we should just have a room reserved for us here.
My poor baby.
He was fine when we got there. He got to play in the playroom.
But we couldn't get his oxygen to go up.
Especially when he slept. It would drop down to 82.
So he had to wear the oxygen tubes in his nose.
THAT was not fun at all.
But he took it like a champ.
I was so proud of him!
We thought we were going to get to go home Friday night, but they wanted to watch him sleep one more night.
He didn't need the oxygen that night so we got to go home Saturday morning.
I was SO glad to see my bed.
"I got tons of sleep at the hospital!" - said no one ever.
I wanted to thank everyone for the sweet tweets, thoughts, prayers, and texts!
Tucker's doing fine now.
He was diagnosed with asthma so we just have to be careful from now on.