Sick

The baby (who is two and a half years old) got really sick this weekend. Since she was born, she has always been susceptible to croup, the cough that sounds like a seals bark. She gets it 3 to 4 times a year. We own a nebulizer (a machine you put medicine into to help her breath) and all the equipment that goes with it. Usually, I can control the croup with a whole lot of steam at about three in the morning.

This weekend was different. She had started a cough on Thursday. By Saturday morning she was wheezing with each breath. I took her to the emergency center called Instacare at 10am. We got to sit in the wonderful waiting room (note sarcasm) for 2 hours. WooHoo. Anyway, when they finally called us back, the oxygen in her blood was measuring at 91% (this is quite low, not horrible, but not good) and her pulse was pretty high at 140 beats per minute. The doc decided to take chest x-rays to see if there was anything in her lungs. There was quite a bit of stuff in her lungs and she was flaring her nostrils with each breath. The doc gave us a liquid steroid to give her orally, Albuterol (which is the inhalant steroid), and an antibiotic.

After being in Instacare for 3 hours, we finally got to leave and get the prescriptions filled. We headed over to Target. I had to call Hubby to tell him to meet me there because I was going to be late to work and I couldn't get anyone to cover my shift. Leaving her with Hubby (yes, her dad) was really hard. I have never EVER had to leave her or any of the other kids when they were that sick. EVER. For the first time since I started working 3 1/2 months ago, I wished I could quit.

She is doing great now. The antibiotics are knocking out whatever she had and we have only had to use the breathing machine 4 times. Daddy did a good job but it still wasn't me.