So, back to the episode with the vomiting and pulmonary problems. Kerstin was sick, having these bad coughing spells that would seem to take her breath away. No amount of CPT and breathing treatments seemed to be working so, we would head to the pediatrician.
Kerstin was listened to, labs taken, sent for xrays to make sure that the crackle in her lungs (right specifically) was not pneumonia. Her doctor placed her on a round of antibodies for a week to help clear her up. Along with the antibiotic she was receiving around the clock CPT and breathing treatments.
A week later Kerstin still was not feeling better! This congestion just wasn't breaking, the antibiotic had not cleared anything. We were back at the pediatrician again only to find out that not only was there crackling in her right lung, it was present in her left. Her doctor looked just as defeated as I did. He told me that he was going to call up to Children's and talk with her pulmonologist. As we sat in the exam room, reading stories and listening to her Kirk Franklin. I remember Kerstin looking at me and smiling. I checked my phone to see what song she was listening to and it was "My Life Is In Your Hands". I posted the screenshot to Instagram because my first thought was how appropriate the song was in that we never know what a day will hold for us.
After some time, the doctor came back to inform that he had sent xrays and labs to Children's and that Kerstin's pulmonary team was prepping a room for her! I remember just staring at him! He said they agreed that it would be best if she was admitted there in order to get the care she really needed.
Prepping a room...they had done that indeed. We got there, she was quickly admitted and taken up to her room where we would spend the next four days. Kerstin would get CPT and breathing every three hours the entire stay, she was having trouble with her oxygen levels and required oxygen for 2 of the 4 days.
She manages to smile through so much. |
It has been a long day. |
Fast forward again, about a week this time. We are meeting with a new GI doctor. He was in no rush to be in and out of the room, he listened to all questions and concerns and sincerely answered each. He even wanted to watch as Kerstin was given a bolus to see firsthand the chewing and smacking that eventually makes her gag and retch and sometimes vomit which leads to the aspiration and congestion. The smacking...rumination! What? I had never heard of that. That is a topic for another post on another day. More to come...
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