We almost made it to the one year mark without every having taken Bjorn to the ER. Alas, this statistic is no longer on the table as we made our way through the sliding glass doors of the UM Pediatric ER late last night to get my little Bjorn Monster checked out.
It felt a little weird to be going to the ER. He was actually in a great mood! He was smiling and alert and cuddly and kind of babbling to himself–all signs of a happy little guy. However, we had had a pesky wheeze all evening and it seemed to be getting worse and worse and was accompanied by a wet-sounding cough. Happy little Bjorn was obviously getting pneumonia or on the verge of a massive asthma attack in my mind. So, we checked with the on-call nurse if she told us wheezing in infants is a one-way ticket to the ER if we felt like we needed to go….so we bundled up (actually we stripped down–its friggin HOT here) and made the trek across town.
(Side note–what do people who live in rural areas DO when their little guys are wheezing!?! I mean, if its an hour plus trip to the ER it would be a lot harder decision to go, right? Or maybe its not and you just do it! Either way, I’m happy we live a five minute drive from a top tier hospital).
We checked in, got triaged, and Bjorn started putting the charms on pretty much everyone with a pulse. He was dancing and singing and so happy. Other triaged patients with probably much more severe claims probably thought we came to the ER just to mock them–he was THAT happy there. He likes to stand on his two little feet and rock side to side and smile and laugh. He especially likes to do this for nurses. What an attention seeker!
Our resident checked us out and determined that we were hearing a pretty strong wheeze in Bjorn’s chest–but it was only in one location so they figured he might have swallowed something that was obstructing his airway passage. (Additional side note–our resident was obviously amazing because he was from UCLA and I wanted to give him the UC secret handshake but since I am pretty sure that doesn’t exist I just kept my mouth shut). He ordered a chest x-ray to see if they could see a foreign object and so then, we waited some more.
While waiting–no fewer than four doctors or nurses came into our room and said “I hear there is a cute dancing baby in here!”. I should have taken a picture, too–because right before we came to the ER, Bjorn had had a bath. And I just towel dried his hair. Which was sticking straight up in random odd places. He looked punk rock.
The chest x-ray was traumatic. For me, that is. They strapped Bjorn into this little seat and took both his arms and strapped them straight up into the air and put a frigging CHIN STRAP on him. He literally was stuck in the “put your hands in the air where I can see them” position nearly naked with a CHIN STRAP on. Oy vey.
Radiologist couldn’t find anything so the resident thought we might try a nebulizer with a spacer (?)…but by this time Bjorn was asleep on our chests and when he checked him for the wheezing it was completely gone (this was at around 11:45pm). He was just sleeping peacefully–waiting to do his tiny dance again. We were released with orders to call the doctor tomorrow (today) if the wheezing comes back (which it has) and if he gets a fever (which he does–low grade!). Sounds like it will be another fun day of doctor’s visits and Bjorn doing his thang.