Sitting in the ER waiting to be discharged with my Little B2. He’s had breathing issues since birth (on top of everything else) but today they got scary. Two hours of your infant gasping for air is not fun.
Nothing is wrong except a minor case of thrush and his “normal” nasal congestion issues. Which is good, and annoying at the same time. I mean I didn’t show up at the ER without going through all of my other options, but I hate when I go and everything is fine and people look at me like I’m over reacting.
No, it’s not over reacting when you’re watching your child’s chest sink with every difficult breath, and he’s turning three shades of red and blue as the night goes on. Of course, I put him in the car and he settled down a little bit so he looked fine when we arrived, just a little sniffly.
Argh… Well whatever. He’s okay, and that’s more important than anything else. Aside from maybe sleep… Which I’m in desperate need of right now.