I got a scary call about 8:30 this morning from my daughter, Jill. My 9 year old grandson, Justin, had developed a breathing problem shortly after he got to school and it got so bad so fast that the school called 911. My daughter got to the school to find Justin surrounded by paramedics, not able to get enough breath to even answer their questions. They got him stabilized enough for an ambulance ride to the hospital where they continued treatment and tried to figure out what was going on.
Justin had felt bad for several days and went to the doctor yesterday and was diagnosed with a sinus infection and given an antibiotic. They said he would be fine to go back to school today. The first thought was that the problem was a reaction to the antibiotic. As of now it looks like a sinus infection was a misdiagnosis and that he has a tracheal infection. He will spend tonight in the hospital to make sure his breathing is back on track and that they have a firm diagnosis and treatment plan.
Justin is normally a healthy, active kid who will rarely be still or quit being silly long enough to take a picture. Seeing him in an ER bed, looking pale, hooked up to wires and being given oxygen was quite a shock....and, yes, if he grows into those feet he will be one big boy.
He hasn't gotten too grumpy as of this evening, other than complaining about the IV in his arm. I will be glad when he feels good enough to get grumpy about all the hospital hoopla.....then I will know he is on the mend.