However, he wasn't sleeping normally and he would fuss a lot when we put him down for naps and bedtime.
Then he got the croup. I used to get croup quite a lot when I was little and I can still remember trying to breath and not really being able to. So it was a bit disconcerting to hear William. The thing with croup is the calmer you can stay the better, but I kept thinking what would happen if he started crying a lot and we couldn’t get him calmed down. Of course it was a Sunday when he got it. I decided to call the on call nurse to ask what the signs would be that he was getting worse and what I should do if they got worse. She decided to call the on call doctor who told us to go the emergency room.
I didn’t think we needed to go, but what are you supposed to do when they tell you to go? So we went. They took his vitals and they were good--slight fever, nothing more. Then they told us to wait to see the doctor. We waited for 3 ½ hours. For the first 1 ½ hours he fussed and cried until finally he fell completely asleep. He slept for about 15 minutes. Then they called our name. We got up thinking we were going to see the doctor. Of course William wakes up. We walk up and the nurse tells me she wants to take his vitals again because we’ve been waiting for over an hour. I was so mad.
We sat back down and discussed what we were going to do. We called the on call nurse back and I told her his vitals were good and that I thought the best thing for him would be to sleep in his own bed with the vaporizer instead of staying in an emergency room all night. She said if we left we might be endangering his life and that the croup could be fatal. We left, got home at about 7:30 p.m. and put him to bed.
He slept great but woke up at 12:30 a.m. starving. You see I had only fed him some sweet potatoes and apple sauce. When it became obvious that nursing was just not going to cut it we put him in his high chair and feed him a full meal topped off with his favorite, shortbread cookie.
Then he got the croup. I used to get croup quite a lot when I was little and I can still remember trying to breath and not really being able to. So it was a bit disconcerting to hear William. The thing with croup is the calmer you can stay the better, but I kept thinking what would happen if he started crying a lot and we couldn’t get him calmed down. Of course it was a Sunday when he got it. I decided to call the on call nurse to ask what the signs would be that he was getting worse and what I should do if they got worse. She decided to call the on call doctor who told us to go the emergency room.
I didn’t think we needed to go, but what are you supposed to do when they tell you to go? So we went. They took his vitals and they were good--slight fever, nothing more. Then they told us to wait to see the doctor. We waited for 3 ½ hours. For the first 1 ½ hours he fussed and cried until finally he fell completely asleep. He slept for about 15 minutes. Then they called our name. We got up thinking we were going to see the doctor. Of course William wakes up. We walk up and the nurse tells me she wants to take his vitals again because we’ve been waiting for over an hour. I was so mad.
We sat back down and discussed what we were going to do. We called the on call nurse back and I told her his vitals were good and that I thought the best thing for him would be to sleep in his own bed with the vaporizer instead of staying in an emergency room all night. She said if we left we might be endangering his life and that the croup could be fatal. We left, got home at about 7:30 p.m. and put him to bed.
He slept great but woke up at 12:30 a.m. starving. You see I had only fed him some sweet potatoes and apple sauce. When it became obvious that nursing was just not going to cut it we put him in his high chair and feed him a full meal topped off with his favorite, shortbread cookie.
He looks terribly sick don't you think? Oh well, you have to live and learn and the only way to learn is to go through it.
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