Friday night was very difficult. As has happened before, Max’s breathing became very laboured when asleep, and combined with his distress from teething, he really was not coping very well. We got very little sleep, and debated on several occasions throughout the night whether we should take him in to hospital. In the end we did not and when the little toad woke up he was grumpy, but breathing better than he had been over night. After a snooze in the afternoon, Max was much happier, and more or less his normal cheery self.
Saturday night we had Verna Max’s respite nurse, and when she turned up at 10.30, the wee man was still up entertaining us. Once he went to bed however, we were back more or less in the same situation, and Verna had a night very much like ours the night before. She was quite worried and spoke to the community nurses when she left in the morning. They called a little later in the morning and we agreed that we would take Max in to be reviewed. We cannot just take Max into PICU, so went in to A&E at about 3.30. We had a frustrating 3 hours or so, when we were seen by 3 different doctors who all seemed to agree that Max was not really too ill, but that maybe he should stay in for observation. They all also agreed that it was possible that he had a viral infection and that there happened to be one doing the rounds. They said however that he was not ill enough for PICU and that he should go up to the regular wards. We were quite adamant that Max would NOT go up to the regular wards – he would either go to PICU or come home as the wards are simply not equipped to look after Max properly. It eventually transpired that there were no beds on the wards and so Max was, finally, admitted to PICU at about 7.30 pm. Continue reading “A tricky few days”