Saturday Emergency

Snail Mail Sunday may be a little late.  We had to make a trip to the E.R. for S today.  When he woke up from his nap at about 6 pm he was barking like a seal and having a heck of a time getting a full breath.  I asked him if he needed to go to the doctors and he said yes.  When I said that means going to the hospital he said, “Ok see a hospital doctor.”  One call to B at work and we left for the E.R. When we got there they got us in right away.  When I mean right away we waited less than two minutes before being taken back to a room immediately.

This is our second time having to go to the E.R. for croup.  Yet again they diagnosed him with croup.  He was a great trouper and did his breathing treatment like a pro.  The doctors and nurses kept saying, “That kid is hysterical.”  We just happen to have the room outside there desk area, and S wanted the curtain open so he could see all of the hustle and bustle.  I was prepared this time and packed us an overnight bag with food, toys, blanket, binkies and an empty sippy cup.  Since we had not eaten dinner, the snacks I brought turned into our dinner: zucchini bread, fruity bars (Nutri-Grain Bars), and Fig Newton’s.  S was allowed to drink warm tap water, Ugh!  S did not want Cartoon Network on, but wanted drag racing and then the Tigers when they came on.  A few hours after taking his steroids and having a breathing treatment we were given the okay to go home.

When we got home we took showers to get the hospital germs off of us. (The last time we were at the hospital for croup (when S was 1), we had to stay for two nights and I came home with the flu.  This time I am determined for us not to pick anything up.  S had some applesauce watched a little show and went straight to bed.  I think tonight if he wakes up and wants to sleep with me I will let him for my own piece of mind.  Here are a few pics from the hospital.   Yes, I had my camera in my bag from our earlier trip to see trains (Another story).

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 Getting his breathing treatment like a big boy.     Leaving the hospital feeling much better.                                                                    
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Disclaimer: I have never claimed to be any great writer. So any mistakes that are made are my fault. Sometimes I mix up names B, S, and P, but I think you can figure out who I am talking about. If you find any grammatical errors just fix it in your mind so it sounds right.
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