Would life just get back to normal!

We had a plan, a marvelous plan of spending time with family right before we would take off and go to St. George and spend the night at my Aunt's. We would leisurely wake up, get ready to go again and make the rest of the journey home and have some hours to unpack and get ready for the next day when Ryan would have to go to work.

Instead Elise got croup, she got croup bad. She kept me up the night before we left with crying and coughing so that I had to cancel breakfast with my family because I was just too exhausted as was she. I woke up Ryan and told him Elise wasn't feeling well so that we needed to pack and go the whole way that day so that if she needed a doctor we could get her to one.  I figured I would be safe, get her the chance to go to a doctor and she wouldn't need one. Silly me. I thought the same thing when she was born too. Find a hospital with a NICU so that she wouldn't need it.

Ryan got straight to packing while I steamed the bathroom up and tried to play with Elise in there. She sounded really bad to me but I kept thinking about how people and doctors say that it sounds worse than it is and how her cousin Atlee sounded bad too and she didn't have to go to a doctor. We made it home around midnight and I ran over to Super Walmart and bought a humidifier and medicine and frozen pizza so we would have something to eat the next day.

Sunday morning I called my sister because Elise was practically gasping for each breath. I wanted to know if she would go to the doctor. She's my mommy ask all because she's been there recently for all this kid stuff I run up against and she's an awesome mother too. Elise was so bad that Trish told me to go to the doctor right away, that I wasn't overreacting and she would take her kid if they sounded like that. (Elise didn't have much of a cough but her poor little chest was heaving for each breath).

After all morning in an urgent care (her own pediatrician was working that morning, it was AWESOME), two breathing treatments and a steroid shot Elise was still heaving although not nearly as much. Her doctor called the ER and expedited our way through the wait there and she got another shot and breathing treatment. What a little angel. She wasn't happy about the breathing treatments but she fell asleep for each one that she had. Her shots barely phased her. The part I was really scared for was the two and a half hours they wanted us to wait in the ER room with an oxygen monitor on her foot so she couldn't walk around. But she happily watched cartoons with dad and played with her stacking cups for that whole time. We were released since we live so close to the hospital and were told what to watch for and to come back immediately if we saw the same thing again.

So, again I didn't sleep well because with every cough I was scared to death. She did really well but still had some croupiness. We took her back to the doctor on Tuesday and he gave her a by the mouth steroid because she still had some strider (ie gasps or raspiness).

After all of that, a blessing, a friend bringing us dinner and my sister bringing us lunch in the hospital, I think I'm finally unpacked today and ready for normalcy to kick in. I cannot wait for this week to be OVER!

She's doing way better, I took some video today to prove it.