Croup, Care and Comfort

Imagine you are struggling to breathe.

You feel panicked.

You arrive, in the dark, to a building with bright lights, lots of ambulances and police cars outside. You walk into the building holding your mom’s hand.

You are 5 years old.

You go through sliding doors to a waiting room packed full of all types of people – old (through your 5 year old eyes) and even older, some scary looking, some in (physical) pain and others in (mental) agony. Triage admitting for children and adult emergency is a shared window here.

You find crowds, noises, and lights overwhelming.
This room you’ve walked into causes you to feel more panicked.
You squeeze your mom’s hand tighter as she slides your health card through the window opening, but the nurse sees the panicked look on your face and watches you struggle for air. She rushes you in to the children’s emergency room, bypassing everyone else there waiting, and brings you through a door to the beds. As the nurse goes through the door ahead of you and your mom, she rushes to tell the nurses and doctors that you are struggling to breathe.

They all put on surgical face masks and swarm you.

You collapse on the floor, completely inundated by emotions, fear and panic. You are still struggling to breathe, and overwhelmed by everyone surrounding you.

Now imagine they aren’t speaking your first language.

Your mom scoops you up, puts you on the nearest bed, climbing in behind you, and holds you in a hug as questions are asked of both of you; overlapping voices in your 2nd language flying at you from every direction.

You’re scared.

Then a doctor sits beside your bed. She starts talking to you. Kindly. She’s young. She asks questions like : what’s your favorite colour? Did you go to school today? And you understand her. She’s speaking French! Slowly everything becomes much less scary.

The epi mist the RT holds in your face, the one helping to open your airways, the one you’ve been trying to push away, is suddenly easy to ignore. You begin to feel safe in your mom’s arms, safe in this hospital bed.

The doctor patiently speaks with you. You calm down. Breathing is still difficult, but easier without your panic attack. You feel yourself relax.

Watching some DVDs as we wait for the second round of epi to take effect.

Recently, I had to take Robert to the ER. He was suffering from an episode of croup. We’d never had to witness anything like this, he’s never had croup before, and it was not something I’d like to repeat.

As parents raising our boys in a French/bilingual home, it can be a struggle to go to appointments and, in this case, to obtain emergency care, when our sons’s first language is French. Some might say, why do we choose to raise our children in French when we live in a predominately anglophone community? Among several reasons, we do it because languages are important. We do it because learning several languages is a wonderful thing.

Our experience at the ER allowed us to engage a little closer with someone with whom we might not have had much interaction. It allowed some conversations to happen.

And because it was happening to Robert, our sweet boy with Down Syndrome, it allowed us to raise awareness of the importance of obtaining services in French and obtaining them with care and compassion, and to find comfort in an unlikely place.

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