The ER at Children’s Hospital is not a place I want to be real familiar with. Unfortunately, though, we’ve had to make a few trips there – enough that I’m starting to recognize people. Our latest trip was took place this past weekend.
Caleb developed a barky cough very abruptly on Saturday, and it kept him, Kelley, and me up most of the night. In the morning, when I noticed how hard he was working to breathe, we called his pediatrician and headed off to the ER. Diagnosis: croup.
As always, the people at Children’s took great care of Caleb, and the female nurses made a big fuss over him. Because his croup was pretty severe, they sent him up to the intensive care unit. We spent the night there and waited for his steroid treatments to take effect. They did, and by morning he was feeling much better. Well enough to repeatedly remove all the wires that had been connected to him and to eat six cups of Jello, applesauce, and pudding. To our relief, we were discharged by noon.
Thanks to everyone who prayed for us, and especially to Kelley’s parents who stayed with us most of the afternoon/evening (and who brought supper from Cafe Hollander). I hope this will be our last trip to the ER, but if it’s not, I know we’ll be in good hands next time.