Well he woke up two nights ago gasping for breath. I thought I knew what croup was but I have now learned what it CAN be the hard way. The scary way. The "should I take him to the hospital right now" way. I now know what striper is. I know what it sounds like and how much it can freak both mother and boy out.
You think Sean was home? Oh don't be silly. Of course he wasn't. For about two minutes I seriously weighed Ty's life against my future prison sentence for leaving my girls unattended in their cribs until I could get another person in my house.
Had the shower/stand outside in the rain combo not worked the second time, I'd have chosen prison. But it worked. And for the next 6 hours following the initial coughing/choking episode, I lay awake beside him praying it wouldn't happen again.
It did. Two more times. The additional shower/stand outside in the rain combos worked. Each time we finished and he calmed down I told myself if we made it through the night I'd buy him something fabulous. As scared as I was it was nothing compared to how scared he was. Oh Lord he was scared.
By 5 am my mom had gotten there to stay with the girls so I could take him to the Dr. He got a steroid shot and was a miserable insane child for the rest of the day. Steroids are necessary but you've heard how I feel about the demons they bring out in my kids. Crazy crazies I tell you.
Once things calmed down a bit I went to Walmart and came home with a guitar that he hasn't put down since. Best 30 dollars I've ever spent. He now has a drum set, a violin, a toy guitar, and a real guitar. The family band should make it onto YouTube soon.