October 23rd, 2006. I had just gotten Aiden to lay down and go to sleep when I decided to lay down myself. I was about to fall asleep when I heard a funny sound coming from Aiden's bed. It sounded like he was trying to take a deep breath and couldn't. I immediately called 911 and took Aiden downstairs to wait for the ambulance.
First the fire department shows up and I had to explain all of Aiden's issues. Then the paramedics arrive to evaluate Aiden. The fireman who was in my living room said that Aiden was going immediately to the hospital, the paramedics were not to evaluate Aiden.
I got in and sat on the gurney with Aiden, it was determined that since Aiden's cardiologist was associated with St. Francis, that is where we would go. Half way there, Aiden became non-responsive and the ride to the hospital became emergent. The lights and the sirens were blaring. Doctors were waiting in the trauma room for us. Aiden was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and was admitted.
The medication to control the CHF were started at this time. Aiden would get Lasix twice a day to help with the fluid around his heart. Apparently, Lasix is gross, because Aiden would spit it out and grin when he did it. After a month of this, I went to fill his prescripiton again and asked if the Lasix could be flavoured. Aiden seems to like his new banana flavoured Lasix and doesn't spit it out.
When Aiden was released from the hospital, his cardiologist wants to see us at least twice a month to monitor his heart. His reparative surgery would be "sooner rather than later".
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