Tonight it was extra horrible. When George got home from work around midnight we decided to take him to the ER. I said I would meet up with them as I wasn't sure how long it would take and I had to pump.
I called about 40 minutes after they left to see where they were. They were seen and anticipated about another hour so I scurried (as much as one can scurry in the sleet at 2 a.m.). When I got there the worst was over. They had given baby a steroid shot to open his air passages, nebulized him (again, we had nebbed him earlier), and gave him a chest x-ray to rule out
pneumonia. Little man is so strong that he actually forced his head out of the restraints of the x-ray machine.
Mommy was glad daddy had to bear witness to those two events, as I've already seen too many shots, pricks and pokes to the poor child. By the time I got there he was sitting on the hospital bed wooing the night nurse.
The ER doctor (Carlton? or Carson?) was great. He was very nice and actually scrounged up some saline for the nebulizer as I voiced concern about giving him albuterol. (I think that's what caused his thrush.)
We were home by 3 a.m. with a tuckered out little trooper. He stayed home the next day from daycare. I should start counting how mnay this is now as I'm guessing he stays home on average about once per week. : /