After close to a decade of parenting, this weekend brought our first ever trip to the ER with one of our children. Saturday morning JuJu woke up with a fever and was hoarse. We decided to try to let her rest and divided and conquered the morning of ridiculously early soccer games and grocery shopping. We then had a quiet day at home. Some napped, other watched college football-- lots of college football. JuJu seemed to grow more raspy as the day progressed. By night time, it was obvious something wasn't right.
I took her to the shower to get some steam. Dh looked up croup on the Internet. It was obvious she was not well and I finally had to take her in to the ER. Thankfully, they took her immediately. I never even sat down in the waiting room. She only threw up 5 or 6 times, she has a tendency to throw up whenever she cries. She threw up the first (and worse time) when the nurse tried to put the hospital admittance bracelet around her ankle. After a few breathing treatments, some steroids, x-rays, and general prodding, we were able to take her home breathing somewhat better.
She is now on the mend, but it sure was scary there for awhile. Dh and I are now just hoping that somehow in the midst of numerous soccer games, soccer practice, long work days, schooling, and life with four kids, we'll be able to catch up on the night of sleep we missed-- but I'm not counting on it. :)