Trip to the E.R.

Things just keep getting better and better around here.

Last night, after Casey had been in bed for 2 1/2 hours, he woke up coughing. No big deal I thought. I listened to him for a second on the monitor and he sounded funny. Raspy and hoarse. So I headed upstairs to see if he was alright. He sounded terrible. I picked him up and rocked him for a minute and the gave a hard cough and then threw up all over me. I called for Tim downstairs to come help me. We stripped him and decided to take him into the bathroom and run the hot shower. That wasn't working. He sounded worse then ever. When Wes was 11 months, he had bronchialitis so it was recommended to us that we buy a nebulizer. Tim got the neb out and we gave him a treatment. He cried miserably during it and could barely catch his breath. At this point, I had already called the pediatricians on-call service and was waiting to hear from them. I couldn't wait. I quickly got myself dressed, and Casey redressed from the vomit incident. I called my mother-in-law, grabbed Casey and ran out the door telling Tim I would meet him at the E.R. We got there at about 9:30 and the nurses bumped him to the top of the wait because he was an infant. By 9:45, they had did the intake of him and by 10:15, he was in a room waiting for the doctor. They did a swab of his nose to check for RSV, but it was certainly croup. At 11:30, they gave him a dose of prednisone and we were home by 11:45pm.

He was such a trooper through it all. Flirting with the nurses and showing off for the doctor. He whined a couple of times but we laid him down and he curled up with the blanket they gave him. While they were taking his temp. (rectally, I might add) he peed on the nurse and his pajamas so he was in just a onsie that was thankfully in the diaper bag. He slept surprisingly well last night, and has been exhausted all day today. I'm just thankful that I listened to my gut and took him in. I can't imagine what it would be like if I waited until morning.