Childhood Asthma

Childhood Asthma

As I sit here thinking of the things I still have to pack my eldest son’s bag, for what may possibly be the millionth time to the hospital. I think about the first time I had to take him in for Asthma.

He had woken up at 11pm. He was making light sobs in his room, and was sitting up. I had come in, turned on the light and noticed that he had thrown up on his bed, and his pj’s. He was looking pale, and was breathing hard. I noticed his lips were looking kind of blue.

I had only one idea what I was looking at and it was Asthma. I got my husband to call triple zero.  My son laid on the floor as I stripped his bed, stripped him, and then put together a bag.

Child patient receiving artificial ventilation
The ambulance arrived pretty quickly, they looked at him and said he needed to come in. I remember the feeling I got, It was pretty terrifying. My husband and I all piled into the ambulance and off we went. They were giving him ventolin, lots of it, followed by a liquid steroid. We were only there for about 6 hours. We were given a temporary asthma plan and off we went. But I remember thinking, we should be right now, we have the medication, the plan, we can manage it. But….. I was wrong.

Since turning one, we have maybe gone to hospital a total of 6 times since he was diagnosed with asthma. So that is about once every 6 months.  “However with every visit, we have been staying there longer & monitored longer.”


The last visit was the day before Good Friday, My son was admitted for the first time with asthma into Pediatrics. The med’s were simply not working, and so they monitored him over night, to see if there was any change. He was so lethargic from a lack of oxygen, he couldn’t go to the toilet as the walk there was to tiring, so he went where he sat. He had to be carried to the ambulance, and was given oxygen tubes, which he did not like. Again they pumped him with Ventolin, syringed him with liquid steroids, and monitored his oxygen in take.

We are possibly looking at another possible visit, his breathing is already hard. Sadly there doesn’t seem to be any in between for him. Once a cold with a cough grabs hold, he wakes up breathing hard the following day. It’s hard work, stressful, and terrifying to have to watch. And the moment you hear that first haunting wheeze, you know your up for what could be a possible crap day, of no sleep, and nothing but worry.

Why isn’t he on a preventer? I hear you people out there  saying. I have asked several doctors, several paediatrician. But they have all told me the same thing. Because he doesn’t get asthma in between the attacks, and isn’t being admitted more then 3 times a year. He doesn’t really need it. I think it’s kind of bollocks.

My only thoughts is, make sure you have a good doctor, a close enough hospital, up to date medication and a WELL thought out asthma plan, make sure all your child’s carer’s (Daycare/Kinder/Schools) have every up to date draft of your plan that you get. And make sure you have it somewhere in sight for yourself, in case you don’t remember what to look out for, and most importantly, how often you are meant to be dosing them up. And in a dire situation, that you know CPR.


Mimmi is a mother of 2 handsome boys, Keiran (2009) and Davin. (2012) She is a full time stay at home mum, taking care of my boys; her eldest with autism and both of them with developmental delays. She is a huge video game player, and loves to eat large amounts of curry.

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