Another Wednesday night, another night of Awana and another asthma attack that we couldn’t stop.
I think we’re going to need to see the doctor before this natural stuff can start working.
Poor Isaac. He said through his tears last night, “I don’t want to go to Awana anymore.”
Gosh, am I ever thankful for having the chiropractor in my life! She is teaching me so much. I am one who wants to treat my family naturally. I don’t want to put them on prescription medications unless it is necessarily. Dr. E (the chiro) is making that possible.
I took Camden yesterday for his adjustment. He was off in that same ol’ spot that’s always off—the reflux spot. And boy, did he adjust really good! I am also happy to report that that allowed us to have a wonderful, uninterrupted night of sleep last night! :)
I would really love for all my kids to go to the chiropractor, but financially it’s just not possible. The next on my list though is Isaac. He suffers from frequent headaches. I also know that asthma can be helped by adjustments because it helps to loosen up the airways. I decided to ask Dr.E about what we could do to help Isaac’s asthma. And wow, I am so glad I asked her!
She talked with me for 20 minutes on different things to do to treat Isaac’s asthma NATURALLY! First of all,we want to get the inflammation down because that’s what is making his attacks worse and worse every time. She suggested high doses of Vitamin D, Fish Oil and taking Bosweilla. Reducing the inflammation is going to make the attacks less severe, the breathing easier. Then to help when an actual attack does happens, she suggested an essential oil called RC. Just breathing it in has helped her daughter, who has severe asthma, stop an actual attack.
It’s definitely worth a try! I would rather try these things before putting him on another inhaler. So yesterday I sat down and placed my vitamin order. You’d think, oh, boy, that was probably expensive. But it actually wasn’t much more than what we pay for Josh’s inhaler every month. I’m hoping to start this same regimen with Josh. He takes his inhaler way too much. I’ll definitely let you know the results. Natural things always take longer though—Dr. E said to give it three months.
Last night I learned an important lesson.
If you have a child who has been diagnosed with asthma, no matter how little it may be, NEVER leave home without his inhaler.
Isaac was diagnosed with exercise-induced asthma almost a year ago. He seemed to improve once he was out of school and I always thought it was something in the school that brought it on. This summer/fall he could run around outside and he was fine. I was so happy. In the last few months he’s started complaining that his chest is hurting him again after running around. We always had him sit down and rest and then it would get better. Sometimes he would use his inhaler, but his inhaler is supposed to be taken before he does the exercise. It’s not a fast-acting inhaler.
Last night at Awana he had the worst asthma attack I have seen yet. He couldn’t take a full breath because his chest was hurting him so bad. Tears were in his eyes when he walked up to me after Awana. I immediately said let’s go. I did not have his inhaler with me—it was in my other jacket pocket—you know, the jacket I wore last week to Awana when he took his inhaler before he ran around at game time. Errrrr…….(yes, I was irritated with myself.)
The whole way home he sat slumped over not saying a word. Usually him and Eli talk the whole way home about what they did or who did what funny thing at Awana that night. Silence. I kept turning on the light and looking back at him, asking him, is it better, are you all right, can you breath. His answer was always, it’s the same, I can take breaths but it hurts. And the whole way home I was so mad at myself for not remembering that inhaler.
Josh and I both agree that we need to take Isaac in to the doctor to get something for those times when he runs around and didn’t take his inhaler beforehand—a fast-acting inhaler.
I still haven’t forgiven myself and probably won’t. Lesson is learned though. Thank you, God, for having Your hand of protection over Him (when mine wasn’t).
