I am wife to a magnificent man and mother to five wonderful children. Three of my children were born in the Northwest and two were born thousands of miles away in Liberia, West Africa. Birthplace is no matter, all of my children were born in my heart. This is our journey.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Fishy

My youngeset was born one week early but presented like he was over a month early. As a result he spent 10 days in the NICU learning how to breathe and eat. The doctors believe that the premie experience is why his lungs are reactive to certain conditions. Every once in awhile he will catch a cold virus and come to our room in the middle of the night asking for the "fishy". The first time he had to use the machine he was about 6 months old so they gave him a toddler mask that looks like a fish face. It is supposed to make him feel like he is putting something fun on his face and make him more comfortable.

It is so sad to hear him coming from the hallway hacking, wheezing and saying "I'm having trouble. I need the fishy." Last night this happened. Now that he is 3 he can express himself much better than he could when he was just a year. When we are a few minutes into the treatment he now looks up at me and says "It's getting better my throat!" Crisis over. Thank goodness.

1 comment:

Lori in KY said...

Poor guy! Sorry he's having trouble. It's good that he knows how to express what he needs, though! Good teaching, mom! :)