Not last night but the night before…

I love, LOVE spending one on one time with my son. I mean we have the most amazing, funny, thought-provoking conversations when we do so I love to spend time with him. But in an ER? I thought we were done with this?

Apparently not.

I have said that it has been a very long time since he was sick. It has been. I settled quickly in my mommy-nurse mode because that is what I do. Still, I was so worried, so stressed, so scared. Because that is what all of us mommies do.  And then I dug out my old pediatric nursing text and started Googling my son’s symptoms… OMG! Croup versus Epiglottitis…and, well, we ended up taking a midnight ride to the local ER.

Fun times.

I started feeling perhaps I jumped the gun a little. But the D.O. did find his ariway to be quite swollen so he gave him a racemic epi treatment, a dose of decadron and something for pain which all worked just fine because he did fall into an exhausted, wheezy sleep. I love how he was surrounded by his NICU lovies (he dug them out of their keepsake box) and Curious George. Seeing the friends who have been with him through his NICU days and frequent re-hospitalizations somehow made it seem like he was surrounded with all the luck, love and prayers that sustained him back in those days. It was all going to be okay, they seemed to reassure me.

And just twenty-four hours later there he was last night, all curled up sleeping so much more peacefully, softly snoring with just occasional coughs and wheezes, in his own bed.

Mom’s breathing easier too.

Thank you.