A Sigh of Relief

Little Guy and I have both been fighting a doozy of a cold this last week or so.  Nothing out of the ordinary...just the usual runny nose/hacking/coughing/sore throat variety.  Yuck!  We've been drinking lots of fluids and resting, but hadn't done much else to fight it.  I kept figuring it would go away with time.
Last night he woke up at 1:30.   He was crying in a way that put me on edge immediately.  Moms, you know what I'm talking about.  There is a difference between a whiny attention needing cry and one that actually means more.  I took him into the living room and comforted him.  Right away I could tell two things.  One: he now had a fever.  Two: his breathing had become shallow and ragged.  He sounded like he was on the verge of hyperventilating, even after he drifted back to sleep.

I woke Hubby and we gave our Little Guy a dose of Tylenol and some cold water to drink.  His condition remained unchanged.  We knew we could take him to the doctor today, but who knows when we would have gotten an appointment.  We just didn't like the way he sounded, and decided to take him to the Emergency Room at our local hospital. 

We got there at 2:30.  The staff were wonderful, and though it took a while to see a doctor, they made sure we were comfortable and everything went as smoothly as can be expected.  Chest ex rays were ordered, and I was very grateful we had all went (since pregnant mommies can't be in the ex ray room with their sick little boys, but daddies can be).  That made it much better for Little Guy than if he'd had to go in with a stranger.  They gave him a breathing treatment and by the time we left (around 4:30) he didn't sound all that bad. 

Luckily, the chest ex rays ruled out Pneumonia and other scary problems that could have existed.  He needs lots of rest, medicine to control his temp, a prescribed steroid and lots of love.  I took today off and tomorrow will be Hubby's turn.  We are both hoping that this will pass by Wednesday, but time will tell.

As always, we are ever thankful for God's blessings.  We have a strong and mostly very healthy little boy (who will recover quickly), access to wonderful medical care, and good insurance.  These are the items topping my "count my blessings" list for the day.


  1. You must have been so worried. Thank god he is OK. Don't forget to take care of yourself too. x

  2. So glad he is okay...ER is so scary, but like you I'm glad to have them and insurance around!



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