It's been one year since Devin had his first (and so far only) major asthma attack. I remember it well. It was scary. I did not know what was going on with my baby. He was having such trouble breathing. He could barely get two words out. I first blogged about Devin being sick here.
My original post, once we were home from the hospital the next day, is here. I decided to leave the post in its original form. I had only had two hours (of interrupted) sleep at that point. The raw form of that post exemplifies the anxiety for the health of my son.
Overall, Devin has done really well adjusting to this asthma thing. He takes his Nebulizer daily, and like a trooper! Last winter his Pulmicort was increased due to a lower Pulse Oxygen Level. This summer we (in conjunction with his Ped) tried to take him off the Pulmicort (most kids can come off for the summer), but he became so short of breath and unable to play, with a lowered Pulse Oxygen Level, that he had to go back on and this time to the higher level because playing was still too cumbersome on him. That's where we are now.
We hope that someday Devin will outgrow his asthma. We hope that someday he will be able to run and play with other kids without needing medications to help him do so. We hope that Devin will be able to play sports, if he chooses, without becoming short of breath and "needing a break."