First off I'm ok now, and there were no worries to the baby, so I assume the baby is fine as well.
Last evening I finally get a burst of energy and am (finally) cleaning our horribly messy apartment. I was so happy, I don't like messes but with lack of energy, working, taking care our 3 yr old I just haven't been back into my normal groove. We had the windows open and it began to rain, hard. So we closed the windows and turned on the AC (I get hot to easily already) just to circulate some air for a while. Then while I'm making dinner I start coughing, hard, so hard my ribs hurt. Then to my dismay wheezing starts to rear it's ugly head. I think I'm fine, this will pass, it doesn't. I hope in the shower coughing, wheezing even harder, I can hardly talk - I give into what I already knew, I'm having an asthma attack. Note the last asthma attack I had was in July '97. I had childhood asthma but since my late teens it's been nothing but a day in the spring and fall of very light wheezing. I ransacked my apartment for my ventilater and couldn't find it. Now I really can't breathe, poor DS is asking if Mommy is ok. We get in the car and traffic is HORRIBLE. What should take us 7 min to get to the hospital took like 20 or more, wasn't really counting. I was really scared the baby wasn't getting oxygen and trying not to cry, cause it makes the breathing even worse. So doubled over in the car, spitting mucus out the window every 5 min, I try to stay calm. Finally we get to the hospital and once inside my attack calmed down a little. Thankfully I got in pretty quickly, they said my oxygen level was 97% even with the aweful asthma, THANK GOD, so the baby was getting enough air. Can I say 1. I LOVE DOCTORS, RESPIRTORY (?sp) THERAPISTS AND NURSES!!! 2. I LOVE DRUGS, The drugs worked immediately (which I knew they would as my childhood was all about the drugs!), and felt so much better. We left after a little under 2 hours, and got home. DS was an ANGEL, and go figure was totally excited about being at the hospital he totally forgot it was 3 hours past his dinner time and hadn't eaten yet (DH asked if he wanted food and DS said no). God totally helped me keep my cool and helped DS keep good spirits, which I am eternally grateful for. Last thing we needed was a difficult toddler in all of this. Anyway I am so frustrated, my house is still a mess, I have tons of work to do, and am so tired from choppy sleep for what seems like 2 weeks. Anyway doesn't it sound like I'm making all of this up, I'm not, but gezz I'm only 11 weeks and already it's been a bumpy road. I just had to vent, you all know the need for that :7 , thank God for the internet!
thanks for listening to this sleep deprived mama
Last evening I finally get a burst of energy and am (finally) cleaning our horribly messy apartment. I was so happy, I don't like messes but with lack of energy, working, taking care our 3 yr old I just haven't been back into my normal groove. We had the windows open and it began to rain, hard. So we closed the windows and turned on the AC (I get hot to easily already) just to circulate some air for a while. Then while I'm making dinner I start coughing, hard, so hard my ribs hurt. Then to my dismay wheezing starts to rear it's ugly head. I think I'm fine, this will pass, it doesn't. I hope in the shower coughing, wheezing even harder, I can hardly talk - I give into what I already knew, I'm having an asthma attack. Note the last asthma attack I had was in July '97. I had childhood asthma but since my late teens it's been nothing but a day in the spring and fall of very light wheezing. I ransacked my apartment for my ventilater and couldn't find it. Now I really can't breathe, poor DS is asking if Mommy is ok. We get in the car and traffic is HORRIBLE. What should take us 7 min to get to the hospital took like 20 or more, wasn't really counting. I was really scared the baby wasn't getting oxygen and trying not to cry, cause it makes the breathing even worse. So doubled over in the car, spitting mucus out the window every 5 min, I try to stay calm. Finally we get to the hospital and once inside my attack calmed down a little. Thankfully I got in pretty quickly, they said my oxygen level was 97% even with the aweful asthma, THANK GOD, so the baby was getting enough air. Can I say 1. I LOVE DOCTORS, RESPIRTORY (?sp) THERAPISTS AND NURSES!!! 2. I LOVE DRUGS, The drugs worked immediately (which I knew they would as my childhood was all about the drugs!), and felt so much better. We left after a little under 2 hours, and got home. DS was an ANGEL, and go figure was totally excited about being at the hospital he totally forgot it was 3 hours past his dinner time and hadn't eaten yet (DH asked if he wanted food and DS said no). God totally helped me keep my cool and helped DS keep good spirits, which I am eternally grateful for. Last thing we needed was a difficult toddler in all of this. Anyway I am so frustrated, my house is still a mess, I have tons of work to do, and am so tired from choppy sleep for what seems like 2 weeks. Anyway doesn't it sound like I'm making all of this up, I'm not, but gezz I'm only 11 weeks and already it's been a bumpy road. I just had to vent, you all know the need for that :7 , thank God for the internet!
thanks for listening to this sleep deprived mama
