trusting your Mommy instincts...

I thank God for giving Moms this built in thing called "instinct". Asjia was sick with a fever of 103 when I decided to take her in last week. The Doc dismissed it as a virus and instructed us to manage the fever by alternating motrin and tylenol...blah blah blah. Same as always right? I told her that I was concerned about the way she was breathing, it was very labored looking. She told me that it was because of the fever and to just make sure she stayed hydrated and sent us on our way. I did everything I could to keep her temp down that night and into the next morning, but I was nervous about the breathing all night long. My Husband and I kept her between us in our bed so we could watch her chest.

Next morning we get up and my poor child is a limp noodle. She is still fighting for air and looks to be giving up. She was like a floppy doll laying on the sofa. Her eyes were glassed over and she looked terrible. Something in me panicked and I suddenly felt like I needed to get her to the Doctors office and fast. The other half of my brain was worried that I was being the over paranoid Mother who calls the Doc for every little question. I second guessed myself about taking her in again, after all the Doc told me this was to be expected. Luckily, my instincts won. I drove to the pediatricians office with the comfort of knowing that there was an ER in the same building just in case. I walked in, sat her on a chair and went to check in. She lied Down and her eyes started rolling back...OMG The nurse who had just gotten an ugly phone call from Grandma(my Mom) comes out and takes one look at her, and says "Uh Oh, this little one is in bad shape". Suddenly Nurses and Doc's were coming out of no where to get her temp, her pulse, etc. I felt like I was dreaming. Long story short, they called 911 and we ended up being taken to the hospital.

The ambulance driver questioned why I had not called 911. When I sat for a moment and answered I realized it was because I felt like an over dramatic Mom. In fact, on the way to the office the second time I contemplated going straight to the ER so I didn't have to beg our Doc for a different answer.I had just been told 24 hours earlier that she was ok. He told me that kids have very small airways and that they see many cases with unhappy endings because every second counts. So, my lesson in all of this is that we as Moms know our children best. We trust our Doctor's because they are trained professionals. But, going forward I will trust my gut more. If I don't get an answer that makes sense to me, I know I need to rely on my insticts & trust my inner voice.

I Thank God for watching over us and being right on time as he always is...