I'm not sure why I feel the need to write this, as I'm not asking a question or after answers. I just wanted somewhere to write my thoughts and experience of being the mom of a 22 year old in ICU.
He has today been discharged home and I haven't shed a tear until now, when I'm on my own and reflecting on the passed week.
He was found by his girlfriend on Monday morning grey and not being able to breath (he is a known asthmatic). She obviously called an ambulance, they tried to cannulate him without success and gave him a nebuliser. On admission to A&E he was still fighting to breath. I wasn't there but he told me that he was begging for help and the nurse just kept telling him to calm down and relax, which he couldn't. He was told if he didn't relax they would have to put a tube down his throat, then apparently he begged them to do it because he couldn't breath. Not long after that he was sedated and transferred to ICU where he was ventilated for 3 days, then was moved to HDU for a further 2 days. Being by his side has been the most heart-breaking thing I have ever been though. He was not aware of me being there for 4 days, and the last day he was in HDU when I arrived in the morning he was crying because the doctor had tried 7 times to cannulate him without success. His arms and hands are black and blue. That afternoon I did insist that they use some local anaesthetic because he had had enough of being stabbed. In the end they did and also used the scanner to locate the vein. Still took about 5 attempts. I understand this needed to be done as he couldn't go to the ward with a central line in.
So now it's all over and he has gone home, but I can't stop thinking about it and am glad that he tells me he can't remember much about the whole experience.
Regards - and thanks for reading