WOW...after about a week of cuddling with Emily (which I absolutely   LOVED), 4 days after being diagnosed and treated for croup, I noticed   that Emily's breathing rate was crazy high. It was Friday evening and   Craig and I were getting ready to leave for a birthday day dinner   celebrating my dad.  I was getting Emily ready, and I noticed that she   was breathing super fast. I decided to count her breaths per minute,   and, on average, I counted 50 breathes each minute. Concerned, I called   our on-call doctor and he also seemed concerned at her rate. He asked  if  she was running a fever, and according to our thermometer...she  wasn't.  The doctor told me to treat it as though she had rapid  breathing due to  a fever and give her Tylenol. He directed me to count  her breaths  again, about 30 minutes after administering her  Tylenol...if it was  still high, he wanted us to take her to Marybrige  Children's Hospital.  
I gave Emily her dose of Tylenol, and was confident that her breathing rate would go down in 30 minutes, so...since we were already running late, we continued with our plans of meeting my family for dinner. At the restaurant, after we had ordered our food, we took Emily outside, to a more quiet place, so that we could count her breathes again...no change, she was still breathing at about 50 breathes/minute. Craig and I knew that we were going to have to leave the restaurant and take Emily to the hospital.
  
This is a first for us!! When I went back into the restaurant to gather our belongings and to tell my parents what we needed to do, the tears started to well up in my eyes. I couldn't even say it, they knew exactly what we were doing and why we had to leave. My mom got up and gave me a big hug and told us they would be praying for us all!!
 
 
 
 
 Afterwards, the doctor came in to tell us that her chest x-rays were  clear and that she does not have pneumonia, but she wanted to run some  blood work on Emily to check for one more type of infection before  sending us home. It didn't take long before the IV technicians arrived.  We had to wake Emily, who wasn't happy to see new strangers in her room.  Craig and I both thought that it was just going to be a little poke on  the foot and then they collect the drops of blood into a vial...just as  they did when she was a newborn. Well, we were wrong. Her blood draw was  just like any ordinary adults blood draw...with a tourniquet and  everything. It didn't take long to figure out that the second IV  technician was here to hold Emily down...in what looked like a very  gentle head lock position *tear*.  Craig even admitted, after that  horrible process, that he almost lost it. Meanwhile, I couldn't hold  back the tears.
 Afterwards, the doctor came in to tell us that her chest x-rays were  clear and that she does not have pneumonia, but she wanted to run some  blood work on Emily to check for one more type of infection before  sending us home. It didn't take long before the IV technicians arrived.  We had to wake Emily, who wasn't happy to see new strangers in her room.  Craig and I both thought that it was just going to be a little poke on  the foot and then they collect the drops of blood into a vial...just as  they did when she was a newborn. Well, we were wrong. Her blood draw was  just like any ordinary adults blood draw...with a tourniquet and  everything. It didn't take long to figure out that the second IV  technician was here to hold Emily down...in what looked like a very  gentle head lock position *tear*.  Craig even admitted, after that  horrible process, that he almost lost it. Meanwhile, I couldn't hold  back the tears. 
  
Throughout most of this evening, I seriously wanted to call my own mother and ask her to come in for support, but I was honestly repeating in my head, "You ARE the mother Heather!!! You ARE the mother now...you have to be the strong one!!!" I felt like this was a sink of swim sort of test!!!
  
Well, the worst was over!! After waiting for another hour and a half (5 hours total in the ER), the doctor came in with the good report that everything looks great and that she feels very comfortable sending us home. HOLY TOLEDO...If I never have to go through that again, it would be too soon!!! NO THANK YOU!!!
I gave Emily her dose of Tylenol, and was confident that her breathing rate would go down in 30 minutes, so...since we were already running late, we continued with our plans of meeting my family for dinner. At the restaurant, after we had ordered our food, we took Emily outside, to a more quiet place, so that we could count her breathes again...no change, she was still breathing at about 50 breathes/minute. Craig and I knew that we were going to have to leave the restaurant and take Emily to the hospital.
This is a first for us!! When I went back into the restaurant to gather our belongings and to tell my parents what we needed to do, the tears started to well up in my eyes. I couldn't even say it, they knew exactly what we were doing and why we had to leave. My mom got up and gave me a big hug and told us they would be praying for us all!!
When we arrived at the hospital it didn't take long before we were   called back to get Emily assessed. Her temperature had risen to 101.3   yet her oxygen levels were good...so that was a relief. They gave us a   little gown to put Emily in as we waited for the doctor...for about TWO   HOURS!!! Once the doctor came in, she was extremely thorough. She just   reassured us that...we brought Emily in because something has us very   concerned about her, so she will do whatever she can to bring us peace   of mind that all of the I's are dotted and the T's are crossed before   sending us home. She told us that with croup, a lot of times kids can   get a secondary infection. She listened to her lungs to see if Emily had   pneumonia, unfortunately since Emily was crying so loudly it was   difficult for her to hear what she was listening for, so she ordered a   chest x-ray for Emily. 
The  x-ray process was ridiculous!! I'm told, by my mother, that this new  method is a HUGE improvement of what my brother had to go through  (literally taping the baby to the table so that they couldn't move),  however...to see my baby girl squeezed between the Plexiglas with her  arms stuck in a raised position...as she is screaming at the top of her  lungs...and mama can't do anything to help her...that was just a feeling  that I never want to experience again. When we went back to our room to  wait for the results, Emily was out like a light from sheer exhaustion.  My poor little girl!! (The baby in this picture isn't Emily...just a  stock photo, but I can't believe the baby looks like it is just hanging  out. The x-ray technician actually said that he has had baby's fall  asleep in there. Emily had the complete opposite reaction)
Throughout most of this evening, I seriously wanted to call my own mother and ask her to come in for support, but I was honestly repeating in my head, "You ARE the mother Heather!!! You ARE the mother now...you have to be the strong one!!!" I felt like this was a sink of swim sort of test!!!
Well, the worst was over!! After waiting for another hour and a half (5 hours total in the ER), the doctor came in with the good report that everything looks great and that she feels very comfortable sending us home. HOLY TOLEDO...If I never have to go through that again, it would be too soon!!! NO THANK YOU!!!

 
 
