Friday, July 25, 2008

Phone calls in the middle of the night

I don't think there is a worse feeling than to have your phone ring after you've gone to bed. It usually one means one thing, something is wrong.

My poor daughter has a lot on her plate at the moment. She is a single mom with three kids under the age of 5 and two of them stay sick a majority of the time. Last night the middle child who suffers with respiratory problems was having coughing spells and a hard time breathing. She had given him his NEBS and put him to bed. About an hour later he gets up and tells her he wants "sheen". He has some speech difficulties and she wasn't sure what he was saying but he went and got the nebulizer so she knew he was still having a hard time breathing. She gave him another treatment and he went back to bed. That's when my phone rang. She heard him gasping for air and she called and said "Mom come quick".

I feel a little remorse for almost running the slow driver ahead of me off the road but, darn it, he was in my way. Danica Patrick move over, there's a nana on the track and duty was calling. After an emergency phone call to the doctor, a double dose of prednisone and another neb treatment the little guy was able to breath a little easier. Not to mention Mom and Nana. It truly rattles your insides when you know a child can't breath and there's only so much you can do.

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