After my weekend of work, no sleep and horrible eating (lol), I was able to get into bed at 11:30pm last night, and had to be up at 5am (more work stuff). I'm literally just about to drift into sleep and I hear N (our 4 yo) cough on the monitor.
H gets up and I think "ok, good, he has this" and start to drift off again...until I hear the cough again. And the mama instinct in my woke me right up. I go into his room and he is gasping for breath in between a seal bark type cough. Ok, so my kids have never had croup, but I know enough that it's probably what it is and get him into a steamy shower. The gasping only lasted a minute or so and I think was excerbated by his crying when he woke.
So, you know how this turns out. Yup. End up taking him to the ER an hour later. We get there and there is one kid ahead of us, who is in the throws of a terrible flu. Puking, the whole nine yards. He goes to a bed and then we have to go sit in the same chair he was just in. I'm already irrational from no sleep and an all carb diet and trying my best not to freak the f out about now getting the flu. Anyway - they get him to a bed very quickly and two breathing treatments and a does of oral steroids several hours later and we head home. At 3:30am.
Get home. Send a note to project team to say I'm pushing my 5am shift to 7am. Try not to stress about the mountain of work and meetings I need to manae through - assuming my H will stay home to help me juggle things. Fall asleep at 4am. Wake up at 7am...to my H dressed and ready for work.
I can not tell you what a cluster it is to not be at the client site. But our client is awesome and gets it.
H leaves for work and drops off C at school. I proceed to firefight crap, hold concalls while the steroids have turn N into a crazed eating machine.
H just got home. I am sitting in bed, in my pj's still, next to a sleeping N and trying to bust through as much as I can before he wakes up. H comes upstairs and says he brought pizza. I ask him to bring me a piece. He then, IN AN ANNOYED VOICE, tells me to come downstairs. As if I have time to sit and hang out to eat lunch. What. No. So he brings me pizza which I childishly now refuse to eat in protest of him stupid attitude.
Ok, maybe I'm going to eat one piece. But really? I'm barely hanging on here dude. Cut me some slack.
I want to cry but I don't have the energy.
Also, writing out this out made me feel like Sue Sue
nursecramer I'm not sure how I'm functioning...no good. But on the bright side, we got a huge payment in today so my business partner and I could pay ourselves. Yay!
Yuck. Croup is scary. And I'd be annoyed with h too.
I had always thought croup was just that barky cough - I had no idea how scary it could be. I feel like I aged 20 years watching N crying and trying to breath.
OMG. I'm so sorry. I've done the middle-of-the-night ER thing and it's pure fucking misery the next day.
How is N feeling today?
Ok, this is going to sound...maybe weird...but you know why I knew to do the shower thing? Because of you and posting back in the day about sitting in a steamy shower with KHC.
So, thank you
He is doing much better - the breathing treatments and steroids worked well.