pirate breathing trouble
It's a sad morning for the Cooper Pirates.
Our boys lost.
Our girls lost.
And Kalyn? Kalyn scared her mom TO DEATH. HELLO! The girls couldn't breathe and instead of photographing like I normally do, I'm watching her like a hawk to make sure she doesn't pass out.
You see, she's been sick this week. But it's more than that. Kalyn is on Accutane and any mom out there reading this that has a child on this drug, is aware of the side effects. They are extreme and intense and are hard to watch your kid go through.
So, when your kid that's on accutane gets sick, and you think it's the flu, you can't be too sure because she's achy. Fussy. Wednesday, we went to the doc and he put her on meds, but thought it was the flu because that waiting room was packed with it. Kept her home a couple of days. She was doing fine and then BAM! The game.
She was hurting in warm ups and didn't say anything. Couldn't catch her breath while playing and didn't say anything. Finally, me watching her play and having trouble breathing, I said something. I was that scared! I ran up to the Coach's on the bench and told them she was trying to sub herself out and could barely make the hand motion. She kept running and pushing herself and instantly I went from feeling INTENSE out the game, to feeling INTENSE about my kid's health.
Her breathing got worse with the loss and the crying. She felt utterly helpless. Her and her sister were the last 2 out of the dressing room, a good 30 minutes after the game. And still not breathing well.
I sat down with her in the stands and watched her color. Watched her chest moving quickly in and out and heard her short breaths and watched the pain in her face. I wanted her out of there. And fast! But the wonderful Spirit Arena isn't exactly, oh, I'm dying save me user friendly. I felt that if she got into the cold air she would feel better. And the part that was effecting her breathing the worse was the sadness at this being her last game.
Last time to play ball.
Ever.
Last time on that court.
The dreams we've had since that 8th grade year of GOING TO STATE, are over.
Over.
She wanted to cry, but every breath was hurting.
So instead, we climbed our way slowly out of the place and once outside, sitting in the van with the car door open, she started feeling better. I spoke with her doctor and he gave us some good advice and what to watch for.
Everyone is Lubbock is dealing with sickness right now. Waiting rooms are overflowing. Pharmacies are busy. The wait to see a doctor is extreme.
We made our way home and by midnight she was breathing normal, but worried about being sick and playing softball. The season already started and she's ready to slap some balls. Direct some of that anger towards a new goal.
We will follow up next week.
This morning, she's breathing better and heartfelt thanks go out to each and everyone of you that have messaged us, prayed for us, encouraged us. THIS IS HARD.
NO more WHEELS (that's her nickname) on the basketball court.
Sad day to be a pirate for sure.
Enjoy the pictures! As usual, I'll let them do the talking.
Love,
