On Feb. 9, 2009, we finally got home from Isaac's 12-day stint at the hospital, where they investigated what's going on with his lungs and why he breathes fast.
They didn't find anything specific, and we got stuck in an infinite loop of tests.
But I have to say, without a doubt, I am so glad that we pushed back against the doctor, who didn't want to let us leave unless we put a G-tube (feeding tube) into Isaac's stomach. He was sure that the fast breathing was caused by him aspirating food into his lungs, and we were sure it was not (since he hadn't had a single cold or cough until a week after starting day care).
Now, six months later, he is still breathing quickly, but he is growing and thriving and eating and drinking like a champ, and aspiration still appears to not be an issue.
I wish we had an answer, but I am thankful that we didn't get bullied into that unnecessary feeding tube. That was one of the most stressful experiences of my life, wondering if we were making a mistake in disagreeing with the doctor. But I learned that trusting my instincts is a good move -- especially at that point, when I had literally spent 24 hours a day, 7 days a week with my baby except for the previous two weeks (I had just gone back to work when this all happened).
I hope that things continue on the current track -- at Isaac's last checkup, they said he was doing great, and lungs sounded clear, and that in four to five months, if he is still doing that well, we'll start ramping down his medications. (Right now, he's just on two -- Flovent inhaler and Prevacid for reflux.)
I just can't believe how different things would be if they'd put in that tube before we checked out.