He missed his next soccer game because he was in the hospital because of his asthma. He didn't have a full attack, but we just weren't able to manage it at home, mostly because he needed oxygen. Everyone agreed that his was pretty sick, except for him. I guess he never got the memo. When they admitted him, his oxygen sats was at 81%, which is pretty low, and I could still hardly keep him in the bed. In fact, he pulled the oxygen tube right off the wall twice the first night. He kept trying to convince the dr. that he didn't need anymore breathing treatments, even though I could tell by watching/listening to him breathe that he did.
He was such a trooper through the whole thing. He hardly even got upset when they did a blood draw. For those of you who know Brayden, that is a HUGE deal. He won't even let me put bandaids on him because they hurt when they come off (such a tough guy). But before we took him to the hospital, Greg gave him a blessing. Among other things, he blessed him that he would be calm and able to handle everything. What a blessing it is to have the priesthood!
He stayed there from Friday to Monday. I kept him home from school for the rest of the week. For Tuesday and Wednesday he was doing breathing treatments every four hours, and he had a follow up with his pediatrician on Thursday. He 's doing great now. His oxygen sat on thursday was at 98%, which is great. I'm still a little nervous to send him back to school tomorrow, but I'm sure he'll be fine.