There's Easton in the emergency room again. The last time he was in was October of 2011 so we thought he had grown out of this croup crap!
I came home from work last night and we put the boys to bed. We sat on the bean bag and watched our shows as usual. We were hungry so Tyson made us some popcorn and just as we were digging in I heard the weirdest noise. I told Tyson to mute the TV but before he could do that I realized it was Easton trying to scream. He couldn't scream because he was barely breathing and it was so freaky. Tyson went tearing through the house looking for Easton's inhaler, but it didn't help. Lot's of times when Easton has had croup we have wondered, "eh should we take him in or not?" This time the question was whether we should call 911 or not.
We decided because of the huge snow storm that we could get to the hospital just as fast as an ambulance driving on snow and ice. (Looking back, the ambulance would have had the medicine in it so he would have gotten it a lot sooner had we called.) We threw everyone in the car and took off. (I'm sure we seriously looked like crazy people). Easton struggled to breath the whole time. He couldn't talk, he was just wheezing and screaming here and there when he could get enough air. Callan decided to join in the chorus and scream the whole way to the hospital. I have taken for granted in the past, living so close to a hospital! We are 20 minutes away from a hospital in either direction of our house and it's NOT a fun drive when you are making sure your child is still conscious the whole time! He was white as a ghost when we got to the hospital although his breathing had improved slightly from the cold air.
The staff at the hospital was awesome. They got us back there so fast and had a team of 5 or 6 people getting him all hooked up and getting an epinephrine treatment going. His oxygen saturation was at 92% when we got there, but quickly improved with the epinephrine. Grandpa Cook came to get Callan . They gave Easton some dexamethasone and said we would need to stay and be monitored for 3 hours. It was a long night and we were glad to get home to our beds at 4:00 this morning! Easton woke up just like nothing ever happened. He's currently jumping around the house telling me I am so mean and so wrong about him not being allowed to play with friends today.
I am feeling so grateful. I can't imagine living in a time when there was no medicine available and you just had to sit and watch your child go through that! Thankful for good hospitals, doctors, medicine, insurance, a good car to get us there in the snow, our helpful families, loving visiting teachers, and everyone's nice comments and concern. We are so lucky!








