Thank you all for your kind words and prayers. After much debate on what is too personal and what do I really want to share I have decided to tell our story. I hope our own experience in some way helps someone else and I know it will help me to purge it out of my system. I do need to warn that our story may be a little sensitive to some people - so please read knowing that our outcome could have been a million times worse.
We were happy that he was feeling better and relieved that he didn't get my cold, or so we thought. On New Years Eve day Odyn started to cough again, but this time the cough was bad. He was like a barking seal and in fact at dinner he was gagging when he coughed. Before my husband went to work I stated that his cold came back with a fight and that we would have to take him to the doctor first thing tomorrow, even though it was New Years. He had a slight fever so I gave him baby Tylenol and put him to bed.
That night at around 11pm my mothers intuition kicked in and I thought I better go check on him. Just when I was about to start walking up the stairs I heard a very small cry one I have never heard before. I ran up the stairs and said "Odyn?" When looking in the crib I could see he was having trouble breathing. His cry was shallow, he was unresponsive, and his eyes started to roll back. Immediately I picked him up and he was hot. Very hot. His body was completely limp and he was starting to turn blue. I screamed and held him close. Running back down the stairs, while I was telling him that he couldn't do this to me that he needed to start breathing, I grabbed my cell phone.
At this time our oldest son Damien who is 7 and shares a room with his brother, ran down the stairs and was asking what he could do to help. He was crying just as much as I was. It was scary. My first thought was that the ambulance was not going to get here in time, so I called my mom who lives 2 houses up from me. My mom teaches CPR classes and I knew that she would be a lot calmer than I was now. ** I must stress that if my mom didn't live so close and if indeed I thought that the ambulance would get here faster I would not have called her first** The phone conversation was brief and really the only thing I can remember was her asking me if I was okay and me saying no. Quickly I dialed 911 and informed Damien to open the door for my mom.
Panicked, I stated my address. The 911 operator asked me to repeat it. I now know that she was doing her job and confirming the address, but when you child is not breathing, your worried that you won't be able to save him in time - you get mad when your asked to repeat yourself. When repeating my address I spoke so slow and clearly that there would be no way she could miss that information.
At some point my mom was there and instructed by the 911 operator my son was laying on the floor. He had started to have shallow breaths again and a small cry. One phrase that I kept repeating to the 911 operator was that the ambulance had to hurry, that he is so important to me, that they NEED to get here and now. Unaware at the time how lucky I really was because 2 calls came in at the same time for an ambulance in the same town. The ambulance was already in route to the other call. A doctor from the hospital was on her way home when she got the call and was seconds away from my house.
Being the paranoid mother I am, I went upstairs and checked on my other children. I even woke my daughter up who amazingly had slept through this whole thing. She was not very happy. I grabbed clothes for Odyn and hugged Damien who was worried. He started to cry and told me he didn't want Odyn to die. I sat him down and told him what had happened and that with his help tonight we were able to help him. It's so important to help your child understand that you too are scared but that you will always be there for them. Calling my husband was the hard part. I called him at work and informed him of what happened. He said he would be there soon no matter what and hung up the phone. My mother stayed at our house with Damien and Aries while I rode in the ambulance with Odyn.
I'm not sure if it was the shock in temperature again but in the ambulance Odyn started the shallow breaths again. He had a trance like stare and started to become unresponsive when calling his name. I quickly stated "He's doing it again!" and an oxygen mask went flying to his face. I started to tickle his foot which made him cry but I told him I wanted him to cry and that I needed him to cry. At the hospital they rushed us in and started hooking Odyn up to the heart monitor. He was breathing but his temperature was 103.8.
My husband must have found a rift in time because he works 20 minutes from our house, the hospital is 10 minutes from our house, and he made it to the hospital in 10 seconds. Just looking at him I knew he was scared just as much as I was and we both choked up a bit. They ran several tests on Odyn. At one point they needed to get chest x-rays. Odyn needed to sit on a little box and I needed to help hold him still. The nurse said just for a precaution that if I had an unwire bra on that I might want to take it off. I looked at her in shock and stated that I was in such a rush I didn't even have a bra on - we both laughed.
After all the test and his fever went down we were informed that Odyn had pneumonia. That the medicine they gave him, an inhaler, nebuliser treatments, and amoxicillian would work fast. We had nothing to worry about. He slept in my arms at the hospital and I was nervous to take him home. Both my husband and I agreed that we weren't ready to put him upstairs in his crib and that we would take turns sleeping next to him in our bed while one of us slept on the couch. All weekend we switched baby duties and set our alarm every 4 hours just to make sure no one needed Tylenol. It felt like we had a newborn all over again.
Little by little things are starting to go back to normal. Odyn doesn't have a fever anymore but is still coughing. He is the one who insisted to sleep in his crib last night. I informed him it was bed time and he immediately started to walk up the stairs. He gave me the look that I was not going to stop him and I wasn't. He didn't need to know that I slept on the couch so I could hear him. We made sure Damien understood everything. He was made aware of how great he was. This didn't stop him from sleep walking the next night, which he does when he gets stressed or scared.