Sunday, November 17, 2013

No Me Gusta Croup

Well, we had our first non-Lydia-related ER visit last week.
Last Sunday morning, Savanna came into our bedroom with some SERIOUS Darth Vader breathing going on.  She stayed home from church with Daddy, and sounded HORRIBLE all day.  She kept saying, "Mommy, I not working."  By Sunday night, I started to get really worried.  I had Randall check her oxygen levels with his pulse oximeter and they were okay, but I just didn't think I would be able to sleep with her breathing being so labored.  Then, she started getting upset, and I noticed that her hands were kind of a greyish blue color.  Randall took her outside into the cold air, and I got ready to take her to the hospital.  She still sounded terrible, but she was actually kind of excited to have a night out with Mommy.  When we got into the car she said "Where is everybody?"  I explained that the other kids were staying home, and we were going to the Dr. to make her feel better.  I think she was pretty excited about that, because every five minutes she would say,  "Mommy, I go WITH YOU to the Doctor!"  in a cheerful voice (well, as cheerful as you CAN sound with a bad case of croup).  I guess I need to plan some more mother-daughter activities that don't involve the Emergency Room!  When we got there her oxygen was a little low, and they did a breathing treatment right away.  They also gave her a steroid medicine.  She still sounded bad, so they had us wait for an hour to check her oxygen level and make sure she didn't need another breathing treatment.  After the hour, her oxygen level was up and we were able to take her home.  It was definitely better than the 3 times we've taken Lydia to the ER, even though I was so frazzled when we left that I didn't bring an IPAD, coloring book, or anything to keep her entertained while we were waiting.  Fortunately we were in a fun ocean themed room so we spent a lot of time playing "I spy a red fishie, blue octopus, etc."  Savanna is still coughing (along with the rest of the family) but fortunately everyone is doing much better, and no one got it as bad as my Savanna Baby.  Stupid. Winter.

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