Don't take my cough

Baby Bear (Alex still insists that we call her this) gave us a real scare the other night. She woke up with a cold, then as the day progressed, it became worse. Finally by 7:30 pm, she was having difficulty speaking and breathing at the same time. And anyone that's met Baby Bear, knows that speaking is her gift to the universe and she MUST SHARE HER EVERY THOUGHT.

We rushed her into the Urgent Care, they very quickly decided that Baby Bear should go to the Emergency Room, LIKE NOW. They offered to call us an ambulance, but being an Ambulance driver for a living, I decided that driving ourselves would be quicker.

When we arrived at the ER, the waiting room was packed! We walked up to the counter, and I hysterically said, "Alex is having trouble breathing, Urgent Care sent us because she has a Pulse Ox of 85%, she's getting tired from struggling to breathe."

Needless to say, they took us immediately, where a Respiratory Therapist met us in the room and gave Baby Bear a breathing treatment and an oral steroid for "Croup".

I think it's important to mention that Baby Bear could barely speak, but she told every Doctor and Nurse, "I (breathe) want to (breathe) keep (breathe) my (breathe) cough." She really liked her cough, and she didn't want the Doctors to take it away.

We got out of the "HOPSITAAL" around midnight, and had a restless night.

Baby Bear is breathing much better, but the "Decadron" (oral steroid that sounds bad ass) has made her very aggravated and hyper.

Thankfully, I have been able to stay home from work, and now the Croup, has turned into a bad cold...whew, parenting is stressful.