I had to go into the hospital for a night on Monday night.
This is what happened:
At 6 o'clock Mummy put me in the bath as usual. I got really stressed out and started coughing so much that I thought I might never be able to breathe again. My lips and mouth felt a bit funny, I think that's because they swelled up a little but I couldn't see that! So Mummy called an ambulance and they gave me some oxygen, and took me in to get checked out. The doctor we saw said I was fine so Uncle David came to pick us up.
Later on, (it was half past midnight) just as mummy and Daddy were about to go to sleep I started coughing the same way again. Daddy got really really worried, and he rushed me down to the hospital again with Mummy, and this time Daddy insisted that they didn't send me home until I was much better...
It took about 4 hours for things to calm down. They had to give me a medicine through a special mask for me to breathe in. That made me much much better, and they also gave me some medicine to help me be less hot. Then I got settled in a bed with Mummy next to me holding my hand. I fell asleep very quickly because of being so tired! Apparently there was a mask next to me on my pillow with oxygen coming out to help me breathe while I slept.
It was quite fun being in the hospital once I was feeling better, because everyone made a fuss of me and kept telling Mummy how cute I am and being really friendly with me... I played with some dinosaurs and did some pictures for Daddy, and then the doctors came and said I was well enough to go home.
I slept a lot when we got home from the hospital, and Mummy slept next to me. I am better now, and hope I don't have to go into hospital again for a long long time.
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hello i am thomas, i have down's syndrome and this is my blog. i want to tell you about all the good things, and sometimes not so good things, in my life!
The Down Syndrome Creed
My face may be different but my feelings are the same.
I laugh and I cry and take pride in my gains.
I was sent here among you to teach you to love,
as God in the heavens looks down from above.
To Him, I'm no different His love knows no bounds;
It's those here among you in the cities and towns,
that judge me by standards that man has imparted,
but this family I've chosen, will help me get started.
For I'm one of the children so special and few,
that came here to learn the same lessons as you.
That love is acceptance, it must come from the heart;
We all have the same purpose, though not the same start.
The Lord gave me life to live and embrace,
and I'll do it as you do, but at my own pace.
~Author Unknown
I laugh and I cry and take pride in my gains.
I was sent here among you to teach you to love,
as God in the heavens looks down from above.
To Him, I'm no different His love knows no bounds;
It's those here among you in the cities and towns,
that judge me by standards that man has imparted,
but this family I've chosen, will help me get started.
For I'm one of the children so special and few,
that came here to learn the same lessons as you.
That love is acceptance, it must come from the heart;
We all have the same purpose, though not the same start.
The Lord gave me life to live and embrace,
and I'll do it as you do, but at my own pace.
~Author Unknown
Welcome to Holland - Emily Perl Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this...
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. Michelangelo's David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to
Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills... and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.
Copyright © 1987 by Emily Perl KingsleyAll Rights Reserved
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. Michelangelo's David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to
Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills... and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.
Copyright © 1987 by Emily Perl KingsleyAll Rights Reserved
1 comment:
I'm so glad you're feeling better now, Tommy!
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