We got the flu...every one of us except for Lauren. Yep, the flu. This week has been filled with miserable aches, coughs and sore throats. Christian got one of the worst bouts of croup that I have ever heard. One night he woke up every 40 minutes gasping for air. So, I bundled him over and over again and took him outside to let the crisp air open his airway. I kept a blanket and our coats by the front door so that we could easily put them on and take them off as needed. I felt like a robot. It was awful.
The next day, I took him to a pediatrician and during the exam, she informed me that he was not getting enough oxygen and his airway was almost completely blocked. She then said that she was going to call an ambulance for him. WHAT??? Fortunately, she gave me the option of driving him myself. (Bless her!) We then spent the next 6 hours in the emergency room. He received 3 breathing treatments, but thank heavens, his breathing stabilized and I was able to take him home.
We have gone through bottles of medicine and bags of cough drops. I can't remember the last time I felt this sick. I have spent the past three days in a horizontal position. I am hoping that we all have "credit" for years to come...
This week has certainly made me grateful for several things:
1) Grateful that I live in America and have access to amazing medical help.
2) Grateful that I was not born in any other time (I think the Lord knows that I would have made a rotten pioneer)
3) Grateful for a healthy and able body.
It is time to reclaim the week I lost, help Christian put on some weight and also hopefully create some Christmas cheer around here.