This morning at 4am, we had our first real health scare with our son where we raced to the emergency room – even the antibiotic allergy rash didn’t compare. He woke up with a horrible, sudden cough. He was unable to breathe or speak and cried that it hurt. He wheezed and my heart froze with fear. I’m an asthmatic and whenever the lungs are involved, I tend to be jumpy and frightened. I know how terrifying not being able to breathe can be and as I threw on yoga pants and found my shoes, I held Harrison and tried to keep my voice calm. My husband sat in the backseat with Harry as I raced through the dark to the emergency room (I’m a much faster driver than he is!) and I could hear the wheeze over the Christmas music he requested.
By the time we got into the ER, the cough was a little more calm and didn’t sound so much like he was struggling to breathe. He coughed for the nurses and doctors and four hours later, we were released after a diagnosis of croup and dose of prednisone. I’m so thankful my small boy is already on the mend and it’s nothing more serious. (You can imagine my terror that we’d be walking out with an asthma diagnosis, which is one of my biggest fears as a parent.) While I’ve heard of croup, I’ve never actually experienced it. So I ran home to search everything I could find about the illness:
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