To Grandmother's ER we go!
What a 24 hours we've had. After very little sleep Thursday night (up late packing, fretting about that I'd forgotten to pack - pull ups and deodorant, it turns out) and an early work day Friday, we headed for Wisconsin around 1:15 Friday afternoon.
The trip ended up taking us about eight hours - during which Michael slept a total of about 45 minutes. At least he was pleasant in the car, babbling, playing with toys, and watching the cars and trucks pass on the freeway.
We got to my parents' house and took our time getting the kids in bed, knowing their schedules were pretty much out the window for the weekend. Michael screamed and screamed and screamed before finally falling asleep around 11 p.m. (midnight, Ohio time!). And then he woke up shortly before 2 a.m. fussing and coughing that awful barking cough. It took me a few minutes to get my head around the fact that he was really having some trouble breathing. We tried using his inhaler (the one we got the last time we were here) and it gave him no relief at all. Clearly we were going to have to take him to the hospital at some point today and we finally decided that we may as well just go in the middle of the night, rather than fretting for hours first.
The people at Children's Hospital of Wisconsin were wonderful and it was a little easier this time because we were already in their computer system. The doctors diagnosed croup pretty quickly. They determined he sounded bad enough that he needed a hefty dose of steroids, as well as a breathing treatment. Unfortunately the breathing treatment meant he had to be monitored for a couple of hours. The meds they were using sent his heart rate pretty high, which was expected. Between that and the alburterol we'd given him at home he was WILD. He screamed his (large) head off during the breathing treatment, Matt and I both had to get involved to keep him from tearing the mask from his face. Then I tried to lay down with him on my chest so we could get a little rest - he slept about another 45 minutes. (For those keeping track, between waking up at 6:30 Friday morning and going down for a nap at 10 a.m. this morning, Michael had slept for a total of about five hours - this from a kid who normally sleeps closer to 14 hours in a 24 hour period.) We were finally sent back home little after six-thirty this morning.
As we left the ER one of the nurses working at the desk joked that they'd go ahead and make a reservation for us for our return to Wisconsin in June.