Tigger seems to have had the rough end of the deal when it comes to being poorly. Ever since he had chicken pox when he was 15 months old which lead to a chest, throat, double eye infection and dehydration he has come down with illnesses much easier and quicker than his sister.
In October he was rushed into hospital with suspected pneumonia, which thankfully turned out to be a viral induced wheeze. Earlier last week he started with a bit of a runny nose and by Thursday he was off his (and for a child that hardly eats anything normally this is a big deal). Waking up on Friday morning his eyes were puffy and had developed a cough, so when I went into work I joked with on of the GP’s that he was feeling a little rundown and that my weekend was going to consist of Calpol and Neurofen.
I picked him up from pre-school and popped into town as Roo was at her friend’s for a sleepover. Tigger looked at me whilst I was stood at the cash machine, ‘please can we go home?‘. So we headed home without anything I needed. Once we were home he didn’t want to eat or drink anything, instead asking for his PJ’s on, after which he just laid on the sofa.
With his cough increasing I checked his temperature which as a little high but it was his breathing I was more concerned about as he was wheezy quiet badly, breathing fast and sucking in his stomach with each breath. I did what most people would do and rang my mum for advice, who said to keep and eye on him but if I was in any doubt to take him up to A&E.
With the GP surgery closed for the weekend I pondered about taking him to our local walk in centre but they are truly awful in there so gave him a blast on the inhaler he had been prescribed previously and rang 111 as he was coughing a lot more. The call handler passed me over to the nursing team who listened to his past medical history and then to his breathing over the phone and requested that he attended A&E as soon as possible and would I like them to call an ambulance to take him, I declined and said that we had a car and would head over straight away.
Arriving in A&E I sounded like a panicking parent whose child had a cold but explained that we had been sent via 111. Tigger was seen within minutes and was given more inhalers and checked over. After a couple of hours observation and inhalers they allowed him to come home, although they wanted me to make an appointment with our GP on Monday. Diagnoses… a viral induced wheeze
After a terrible nights sleep with him coughing most of it he woke up feeling much better and another dose of his inhaler seemed to help.
A check over with our GP surgery on Monday they are querying whether he is just susceptible to viral induced wheezes or if it could be Asthma, although they won’t diagnose Asthma until he is 7 years old.
So here we go again, another viral induced wheeze… oh Tigger why do you get so poorly?