…to be admitted at the same hospital where Kobe stayed for almost a week. Thankfully, Issen’s stay was much shorter, just two days.

We brought him at the hospital early Saturday morning because he was having difficulty in breathing. He was wheezing and crying non-stop. It could be asthma, the pediatrician said, but as this was the first attack, it could be something else. We were admitted just before lunchtime and that started the 24-hour observation on my little boy.

Oh the pain of sseing my little boy cry when the IV was being inserted. Because of his hospitalization just before his first birthday, Issen is somewhat traumatized by doctors, nurses, hospitals, and anything that has something to do with any of them. You could just imagine the difficulty we have to go through every time we bring him to the clinic for his monthly check ups.

Issen during his frist afternoon at the hospital. He really didn’t like his diaper-covered hand where the IV was inserted.

Here he is, trying to take it off.

Issen never liked nebulizers. But he needed that to control his condition. First few times we did it, starting at the emergency room, it took three people to pin him down and administer the nebulization properly - me to hug him and prevent him from pushing the nebulizer off his face, my husband to hold his very strong legs, and the nurse to hold the mask in front of his mouth. Thankfully, he got used to it later on and his wild protests were reduced to crocodile tears, limp limbs, and focusing instead on the TV while nebulizing.

By Sunday morning, he got his energy back and never stopped rolling and playing around the bed. He was not contented - he eventually made his way to the floor when his IV was removed. He walked around the room and played like there’s nothing wrong with him.

He’ll still need to continue his medications and nebulizations, but at least, we’re in the comfort of our home. And he’s more cooperative now when it’s time to nebulize.

I certainly hope he’ll get better and be able to beat asthma. Good luck to us, then, considering our family history with asthma and our home filled with asthma triggers.

Oh well.