It’s a fact of life. Young children can be bouncing around and healthy one moment and then suddenly they are not well and are showing signs of distress. Well this happened to grandson A last weekend. We’d all been to the seaside and when we waved our goodbyes on Sunday afternoon he seemed tired but fine. So that night when Daughter V rang to tell me that Grandson A was outside in an ambulance, it took a while for my brain to take it in.
It turns out that at bedtime A began to be restless and unable to settle. His parents then realised he was having difficulty breathing. When they rang NHS direct who heard his laboured breathing, an ambulance was then called. The ambulance crew were concerned and so A and his daddy were soon driven off to the hospital and did not return home until the early hours.
The next day it began well but by mid-morning I had another phone call to say that they were on their way back to hospital as Grandson A had taken a turn for the worst. Fortunately I was able to travel down to keep them company whilst in casualty. I am glad as they were there for over 6 hours. When I got there A was asleep on the bed, but he was breathing quite fast and he did look really pale. This does have a happy ending. The last doctor who came to see A was great. Before he walked into the cubicle the doctor had been watching A eating a fruit pastille which is a good sign. I gather you cannot swallow if you are having difficulty breathing. This doctor knew how to approach a small child and after a thorough examination we were given the ‘OK’ to go home.
Grandson A has a cold, and the virus attacked his windpipe and it became inflamed. This will probably happen again but with this doctors clear instructions, daughter V knows what to do and what to look out for. We finally left the hospital at 5pm, laden with a list of instructions, medicine and an inhaler.
Grandson A is back to normal, whilst his parents are still reeling from their 24 hours scary experience.
Hospital experience
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