A message from Joyce: For the past several days, Sarah and I have been taking turns writing about this beautiful blanket from Lacey. The perfect fabric selection, the incredible crochet edging, the adorable picture of Jaxson, and the special place it holds in my heart.
The truth is though, Sarah found the box on December 11. That's right. Not last week, but one month ago. So why did we wait so long to write about it? Because she wanted to take it to show Ridge, her horse, first. But the next Saturday it was too cold for horse riding. Then the following Wednesday, TJ called me at the office to inform me he helped Sarah with a breathing treatment when she got off the bus. She was struggling, but not so bad that I needed to come home immediately. Both my boys are well conditioned to the difference between when Sarah needs a little help and an emergency.
By the time I got home, the fever had started and the gray tinge to the eyeballs. Clear signs an asthma episode is brewing. So we begin to follow the yellow zone plan on the asthma protocol sheet. I dig a little deeper into the medication drawer, double up the Albuterol, and line the bucket in her room. And then we wait.
That's when I feel like I start to play the game of Roulette with Sarah's life. Just when do you hit the emergency room? Do you go immediately? Wait until after midnight when the waiting room is quieter? Wait a day or two to see if it will pass. Knowing if I wait too long, I risk the airway closing. I'd prefer to not repeat our incident a year ago February when I needed to perform rescue breathing in the back seat of my car. But we also hate the hospital and this year we have to worry about contracting N1H1 while in there. It could be deadly for Sarah.
Still, I thought for sure this blanket would be going to the hospital in December. I had it ready along with the camera. But something amazing happened. Sarah managed her asthma episode like a pro. She coughed when she needed to. She spit out that thick mucus before it was aspirated into her lungs, thus likely preventing the usual pneumonia. She told us when she felt like she needed another treatment. She continued to drink fluids to prevent becoming dehydrated and she ate, not much, but enough. Christmas came and went. So did New Year's and the Rose Bowl. On the 4th, she went back to work.
Twenty Years. That's how long we've waited for this. Or maybe I should say we have been practicing for twenty years and the real game has just begun. One thing's for sure, we are getting closer and closer to that finish line every day.