Whooping Cough

He was always being sick, I was not imagining it nor was I imagining that noise he was making . It sounded like whooping cough, but he was only two weeks old?

I was at my whits end, he had started being sick before I had even left the hospital, yet no one would listen to me. I had had enough and so here I was in the Drs surgery siting in the hall way, mind you, because my beautiful baby was coughing so much he was being sick and I could not stand the reproving looks from the other waiting, patients.

I was sweating  and stressed I knew this baby was ill, I had been through some very scary things with my other two boys .  P spending the first fortnight of his life in an incubator  because he had ‘post natal distress’ . Both boys had had collapsed lungs due to asthma, M had had his tonsils out then hemorrhaged when I got him home! he and P had both had Measles and Mumps and chickenpox to name a few , need I go on I did know a sick child when I saw one!

Finally the Dr called us in. I had known him now for the last nine years and he insisted we use first names  which did make things feel easier. He was not happy with J he was not sure if he had a blockage in his throat or stomach but also felt that as I knew my baby best, I could be right in my diagnosis ! I can tell you now I did not want to be right!

All the Dr could do was pat me on the shoulder and pack us off to the nearest hospital. He had rung ahead and alerted the pediatric  ward of our plight. I do no remember how I got to the hospital , there were no mobile phones, I did not drive in those days and I doubt I took the bus. I should think I had either phoned my husband from the surgery,and  as all of my friends who drove would also of had children and I could not in all conscience expose any of them to whatever it was that J had.

I remember being in the hospital though, I was with J in a single room a glass wall separating us from the nursing station. I did not realize immediately that J was on the danger list and we were in a Barrier Nursing Ward. I was wearing a gown and watching  my baby, my little boy sleeping fitfully and coughing , coughing, coughing!

I spent whole days there and often late into the evenings, my husband joining m morning e as often as he could. My neighbour helped by picking the boys up from school and feeding them for me. I had often looked after her daughter, even taken her on holiday……. but I still felt bad. I would drop them off at school in the morning  then go straight up to the hospital.  I don’t remember how but I managed to shop and do the washing look after the boys and one weekend we even had visitors.

One weekend my husband brought P and M and the little girl next door to see J, they were not allowed on the ward so my husband walked them right round the building and they waved and made faces through the window….. good job we were on the ground floor. It hurt me to see them touching the glass, looking so sad, they really loved and missed J.

For some reason it took the medical staff nearly a fortnight to finally tell us for certain that J had Whooping Cough! How did he get that straight out of hospital, I just don’t know. He was so ill it was awful, I had to watch him suffering that awful cough. Every time he was sick I had to feed him a bottle of milk  then he would sleep then the cough would start. Then one weekend I had gone home for a rest, ( we had visitors ). I had just had a bath and got ready to face the world when the hospital rang to say it was touch and go. They asked us not to come in as there was nothing we could do and we would only get upset.

Get up……… I was upset. I stood in the hall looking at the phone, when our guests came out to ask when we were going out for our meal. ……. I don’t remember what or if I ate all I remember is worrying…………….

However  he  made it  through  the  night, he  took months  to recover   infact it  was over a year  before  he really improved. I  could  not take  him out until the summer,  he was born in the January  and  was not able  to be taken out  until late May early  June.

He  is a grown man  now with a baby  of  his  own….

27 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Wendell A. Brown
    May 01, 2013 @ 22:19:13

    My mother went through the same with me as I had whooping cough for almost a year when I was born! One of my oldest cousins said it was a very long time. I cannot even imagine what my family went through, but their prayers were answered! My mother, my grandmothers and my aunts gave me a lot of love and I recovered! God bless you my sister…your post touches my heart deeply!

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    • willowdot21
      May 02, 2013 @ 10:01:05

      Dear Wendell, I am sure your poor Mum must of had a very hard time of things, though there is still no medicine to cure whooping cough thirty years ago when J was in hospital there was possibly not much difference in the treatment he and you received.Like you it took J over a year to recover. He like you survived and it brought our family closer together. Much love and blessings to you. xxxxxxx

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  2. prayingforoneday
    May 01, 2013 @ 22:43:00

    That is some story. I don’t know how I would have reacted had it been a child of mine. But you stayed strong and all is well now.
    Amazes me how an event that can be so devastating can ring with emotion many years after the event

    x

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    • willowdot21
      May 02, 2013 @ 09:53:25

      You would do what everyone in that situation does, you best, your very best . It took J a year to recover completely and it was a strain on us all but it brought us all even closer. We all survived!! 🙂 xx

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    • willowdot21
      May 03, 2013 @ 05:07:13

      Yes fight for them the only thing!! 😉

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      • prayingforoneday
        May 03, 2013 @ 05:32:47

        Yeah…
        I did a blog MONTHS ago was looking for it there. I was born 3 months premature and was read my lasts rights as I was dying..this was 1973..So fight, Yes,, Nobody gave up on me then..

        x

      • willowdot21
        May 03, 2013 @ 05:42:11

        Thank God they did not , sorry I have been so sort in replies just lately , I am not ignoring you or side stepping you just struggling to keep myself going, I reckon that is why I have been writing these memories………. life was HARD then but simpler if that makes sense.. so be patient with me I am climbing up a huge mountain as we speak….;) xxxx

      • prayingforoneday
        May 03, 2013 @ 05:45:45

        You have my email remember xx
        I know you struggle sometimes. You read my stuff the other night, I was in the same place, I think…Please if you need anyone to talk to I have a shoulder and an ear ok.. I really hope you are ok x
        I am all worried now…
        I hope whatever it is will pass..

        Shaun x

    • willowdot21
      May 03, 2013 @ 05:49:27

      please don’t worry I am getting there! 😉 xxxx

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  3. Matrone Bell
    May 02, 2013 @ 02:50:55

    😦

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  4. soad88
    May 02, 2013 @ 07:47:06

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  5. penpusherpen
    May 02, 2013 @ 16:34:51

    heartrending story, Sweet Willow, your pain and worry must have been insurmountable… Your little ones in such danger, and you not being able to do anything, just wait it out… Warmest of hugs my friend, and many thanks for having the strength to share this worrying time.. xPenx

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    • willowdot21
      May 02, 2013 @ 20:03:50

      Thank you Pen it was the most horrible and fearful times of our lives thank God we all survived, J is now thirty and is married !! Thank you Pen for your support hugs to you .xxxx

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  6. reikiheidi
    May 02, 2013 @ 17:56:37

    Glad to see in your comments that you all survived! Very very touching. Always write what you feel – your writing is powerful, you tell your stories well. If it does you some good to let them out and share them… then do so!
    Just my thoughts, anyway 🙂

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    • willowdot21
      May 02, 2013 @ 20:00:24

      Thank you Heidi it was one of the worst times of my life, if it taught me anything it taught me how important having babies and toddlers vaccinated against the killer diseases Whooping Cough, Measles, Polio ect, J was too young to be vaccinated and caught it from one of his older brothers friends who had slipped through the net! Thank God he survived.

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  7. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Mar 07, 2014 @ 16:11:55

    My heart breaks for you. How can medical professionals be so c.o.l.d.?

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    • willowdot21
      Mar 07, 2014 @ 21:58:15

      I suppose they are cold because if they let themselves get involved too much they would ever cope, so many many worried mum’s and dads! The baby is 31yrs and his wife is expecting their first baby next month!

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      • Let's CUT the Crap!
        Mar 08, 2014 @ 00:18:34

        I understand being removed because a health provider must keep a certain distance but there ARE some who can still be humane.

      • willowdot21
        Mar 08, 2014 @ 13:07:42

        This I do understand, four years ago I broke my back and was in hospital for a month! The standard of nursing was sadly lacking absolutely no caring and compassion. I was in a body brace for a fortnight before the first op ( to allow the bruising and swelling to go down and also to the the special kit they needed to order to fix me, to arrive.) I had to lay flat all the time. The nurse ( usually the same one) would plonk down a bowl and a flannel and wonder off. She would return after 20/30 mins and say ” Have you washed ” I would say ” No sorry I can’t reach and I can’t move. ) She would huff and puff and then proceed to wash me in the tepid or cold water that she had left there earlier. Same with food they would leave it then ask where you not hungry to which I’d say yes but I can’t get to it ! My husband used to come in early to help me and mercifully I got moved to a ward where they did at least they were more helpful but whichever words I was on the night staff were invariably noisy rude and uncaring. A sad inditement on the nurses and Drs who to be fair are very stretched and I did meet some who were very kind to me. That’s another story.

      • Let's CUT the Crap!
        Mar 09, 2014 @ 12:19:23

        I could never be a nurse, that’s why I never went into the profession. If these individuals are so put out because they need to be caring and gently, why did THEY go into the profession?

      • willowdot21
        Mar 09, 2014 @ 16:02:41

        I really do not know it almost felt like I was a nuisance. But there were a few who really were angels.

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