Mr. Hospital Boy

So, Davin gets sick. A lot. I have pestered doctors right and left about his frequent pneumonias and none have ever so muched as listened to me. They just tell me he was born early and was 10 pounds 7 ounces so his little lungs are having a hard time keeping up. Bull crap-everything else keeps up. Well, actually everything else is ahead of schedule too. So, Easter was a ton of fun and then the cough set in. Now, when Davin gets sick-he's like 0 to 100. We watch him really carefully. Davin's cough got worse through the day and we eventually ended up at Tyson and Holly Boltz's for Tyson to check him out. Sure enough, he was already pretty bad. We decided to go to the PCH Urgent Care while they were still open in an attempt to avoid our usual 3 am ER visit.
They were wonderful at the urgent care and took Davin back immediately. His air way was starting to close off. They gave him an epinefrin breathing treatment (I know I spelled that wrong and will continue to spell every med name wrong) and Decadron. Davin's breathing calmed down. They make you sit for 3-4 hours after these breathing treatments to monitor the patient which we knew since we've been through this numerous times. Well, this time, it didn't work for long.
After an hour, Davin's breathing got suddenly worse. Another breathing treatment was done, an ambulance was called, and soon I was sitting in an ambulance with my son hooked up to stuff on the way to Phoenix Children's Hospital with my husband following close behind in my SUV which I forgot to fill with gas. I was just hoping the fumes would make the trip.
We arrived and were taken back into a room in the ER. If you want to get right into an ER, take the ambulance. The waiting room was overflowing. Another breathing treatment was needed and finally Davin slept. They actually left us alone too. They told us they were waiting on a room upstairs and to get some sleep before the long day ahead of us.
After sleeping for 4 hours in the most uncomfortable positions thinkable, we woke up and were sent to do tests. They were overly alarmed with Davin's medical history and immediatley had many theories they were going to look into. Davin was a trooper and the hospital staff was incredible. They were so patient with him and the only thing he was actually poked for was the blood draw/IV insertion which they did while he was asleep with this new type of Lidacane spray that is applied to the top of the skin.
Being in the hospital for 2 1/2 days is nothing I wish upon anyone. First of all, you're stuck. They wouldn't let us out of our room. My son does not do restriction well. He also is totally my son. He would only watch High School Musical 3 and the Sun's game. Finding Nemo? Didn't even trigger the slightest interest. He has to have sports or music.
In the end, we have figured out that he has horrible reflux and is aspirating into his lungs. Basically, a ton of fluid is going down the wrong tube when he drinks into his lungs and some food comes up from his stomach, he gags on it and some of it ends up in his lungs. He's got a ton of crap in his lungs. And I wonder why he has pneumonia so often?!? RRRRRrrrr.
We have to go back May 1st to see the pulmonologist again. They are pretty sure they can fix this with a surgery. IN the mean time, the only thing we can do is put Davin on a reflux med and thicken all of his drinks to a honey thickness. The mixture is annoying, hard to mix, and really freaking expensive but nothing is too much to make Davin feel better. I just hope we can fix this and never have to look back.