A Mother Always Knows Best, P.E.R.I.O.D.

So Thursday night my father in law decided to fly to Hawaii to attend one of his nephews funeral the following day. It was a sad occasion to reunite with family I must admit. However we have known about this funeral for almost a week now and the day before the funeral my father in law decided to got out there. Well as usual the flights to Hawaii didn't look to promising for him as he was flying standby. His only way of making the flight was if my husband flew with him as it would bring his priority on the standby list higher. So Toa decided to go with him the first flight Friday morning.

The whole time they were planning this last minute trip, T.j kept reminding his dad of how badly he wanted to go and how much it would mean to him if Toa took him. Toa kept saying he would think about it, but I think it was just a front so his family and I didn't think he was a softy for falling for Tj's sad faces that he continued to do all night until his dad said YES!!LOL.

Friday morning came and the guys had to hurry and pack since they had to check in about an hour before the flight. Well T.j walked in my room and started looking for some socks and all I heard from him was this slightly quiet but disturbing cough. I looked at him and told him I didn't want him to go anymore. He was a little annoyed with me and continued to pack. I heard him wrestling with his brother and playing upstairs a few minutes later while his dad packed his clothes and still I could not get over his cough. So again I told him he is staying. He did his adorable and yet sad face to his dad once again and Toa, once again, gave into him and told me, "It's just a little cough, stop being a paranoid mom!" I really didn't feel comfortable with Tj going but I let him go anyways.

Toa called me this morning and told me they stayed with his dads friend, who's wife is a E.R Physician and she thinks T.j might have bronchitis. Therefore she recommended keeping him hydrated until they got back home, as she knew this was a short trip for them, and then take him to be seen by our primary care provider immediately. So Toa took that as a sign that Tj was okay and attended the funeral and then went to the beach after so that Tj can put his feet in the ocean! He said T.j only asked him to see the ocean and that was the least they could do in there 24 hour trip.

I don't think that was smart idea but he said T.j loved it. However the next call I got from Toa was that Tj got worse and they are sitting in the emergency room waiting for him to be seen.

I hung up the phone with him and called K.J in the room to say a prayer with me. I could not stop crying for the life of me. When I ended the prayer I noticed my baby was crying too. He kept calling his dad to talk to his brother but Tj was in no mood to talk to anyone. So Kj left a message for his brother so that his brother knew he loved him.

After the Dr. took a look at him they diagnosed him with "CROUP". I felt so bad for my son. There flight is to leave in about 3 hours and he is just leaving the ER.

They recommended he didn't fly unless he felt up to it as they felt the altitude might block his airway and cause breathing complications for him while they are in the air. Therefore they also told Toa if TJ felt up to it then it is safe for him to fly as well. Just to keep a close eye on him. I told them to wait and catch another flight just to be safe.

Knowing my son, he wanted to come home ASAP! He was not feeling good at all and all I could do was cry on the other end of the phone cause I missed him so much and I couldn't handle the fact that my son was ill and hundreds of miles away from me. I feel so helpless now. I am sitting here blogging cause I don't know what else to do while I wait to see if my family boards the plane tonight or not. I just wish there was more I could do. If only they listened to me then I would be able to take him in and get him the care that he needs NOW and not LATER.

This is my eldest, my helper, my motivator, my disciplinary go to man when it comes to my youngest, an accomplishment that I felt I have succeeded at in life, and he was sick and there was nothing I could do for him but comfort him through the phone. I hate feeling so helpless. I just can't wait for him to get home so I can just hold him. I know it wont heal him but it will be a sigh of relief for me to know that he is home and I can help him more!