Asthma is Evil.

The past few days had been very stressful.
I had colds and a slight fever two Fridays ago (November 16), and by Sunday (November 18), the little man was sniffling as well. He woke up with a cough and a 38 degree fever the following morning (November 19) so I took him to his pedia for a check-up. His fever was gone by Tuesday (November 20), but the little man still had cough and colds, causing him to eat very little.

Things took a turn for the worst on Wednesday afternoon (November 21) - the fever came back (rising as high as 38.5 degrees), his cough was nasty and his colds prevented him from breathing through his nose, plus he wasn't eating anything save for a few spoonfuls of soup and small sips of water. I had no choice but to have him admitted to the hospital, and that same evening we were back to where we were three weeks ago - the San Pablo City Medical Center.

First confinement, October 25-28.

Although his first confinement was because of pneumonia and UTI, his condition back then was actually much better. He had no fever, he ate well, his cheeks had more color, and he was his usual sprightly self.

Second confinement, November 21-25.

His second confinement worried me (and stressed me) a lot because he had no appetite, he looked really pale and wan, and he was overly cranky most of the time. He lost weight drastically, which you can easily tell just by looking at his face. All this just because of bronchial asthma.

Asthma is evil, and unfortunately it runs in my (mother's) side. My brother has it, Mum has it, my late grandfather had it. And now, of all the things the little man can inherit from me, it had to be the asthma. 

Back when Yue was still in my womb, I prayed that along with the pretty face, he'd also inherit his Dad's strong immunity. I suppose St. Jude wasn't able to hear the last part of my prayer. (This may come as a surprise, but yes, I am a Catholic and I know how to pray. LOL!)

As of this writing, we're out of the hospital and back at home. The little man hasn't gone back to school; I want his body to rest for another week before we go back to the daily grind. He's still coughing a bit, but the fever is gone and his appetite is back. Once he finishes this round of Clarithromycin, we're going back to his pedia for a follow-up check-up where he will be given a new set of meds.

We're starting a six-month treatment for his lungs, something similar to the treatment given to kids with Primary Complex. He's also on Seretide now, which he has to take (inhale) for the next three months. I've been on Seretide before, and although I hated it (and its price), it's a big help to those with asthma. Good thing I'm back to good ol' Ventolin. (Meaning my asthma isn't at its worst.)

Baby inhaler (Seretide) and Mommy inhaler (Ventolin).

I hope the little man's health gets better, too. Me getting sick is bad enough, but when Yue is sick it feels like all hell has broken loose.