On Thursday night my parents were babysitting so that I could go to a Pampered Chef party. About 20 minutes into the party my mom called me to tell me that Ethan couldn't breathe and I needed to meet her somewhere to pick him up. Ethan had woken up with a cold that morning, so I knew the breathing problems were coming, he has them every time he gets a cold. I did not, however, expect them to come so fast. My mom met me about 10 minutes from her house and poor Ethan was really struggling. I swapped cars with her, jumped in the driver's seat, and was off, making phone calls all the while. I hurried us down to the ER, trying to keep Ethan calm by reciting superhero trivia. By the time we got there, he couldn't even say a word without gasping for breath. talk about scary!! Here is the biggest thing I am grateful for from that night...I am grateful for the 3 years that I spent working in the ER. I loved working there and I loved my job, but wanted to stay home when Ethan was born. Luckily, some of the people I worked with in the pediatric department are still there. For that I am grateful. We were in a room within 10 minutes and Ethan was getting the treatment he needed within 20. we were in and out in less than 3 1/2 hours. Don't get me wrong, everyone gets treatment that good when they go to the pediatric area of the ER. But I am grateful for 3 years of experience that allowed me to be calm and use my child life training to take care of and keep my child calm. I am grateful for the trust that I had in my old colleagues that I knew would take the best possible care of him.
So we went home armed with a nebulizer, steroids and antibiotics for the bronchitis that he had so suddenly developed. The rest of the week/weekend progressed likewise, Ethan getting better, Sam getting his cold, no sleep, learning to balance two sick kids by myself with husband at work, and then cleaning and degerming the house yesterday. I am grateful for Ethan's quick recovery and grateful that by the end of the weekend, Sam went from waking up five times a night to only once last night.
Funny thing is, when I got up with Sam this morning (late, which had us running to get to school on time), He gave me a TOOTHY grin!! thats right, the frequent waking up at night resulted in not one but TWO teeth! I knew he was teething, but had no idea that they would be breaking through so quickly!
So there ya go....a long tiring weekend, capped off in some kind of severe back pain for me...yuck!! We are glad everyone is better and ready for a new week!