Wherein I am a Drama Queen about a common ailment
Remember when I said I got three days off and Mazzy had her first cold and I was all stupid, like it was going to be easy? Yeah. So, Mazzy got croup. Croup isn’t some big, scary disease, really, it just sounds awful. Listening to her labored breathing was like a knife in my heart. Sixty breaths per minute. Sixty knives in my heart. She was struggling so hard. There were times, in the middle of the night, when I was holding her and her whole body would move with the effort of her breath and I would freeze, terrified that she wasn’t going to be able to complete the breath. Sixty times in a minute I would fear losing my daughter.
Once we took her to the doctor and he was sure it was croup and they gave her the steroid shot, it was easier to deal with the labored sound of her breathing, but ….. It was scary. The whole thing just messed me up in my head. Adam was so adamant about NOT taking her to the doctor and I was just so scared. In the end, we agreed that I was right. She may have gotten through the croup without the steroid shot, but I wouldn’t have. Listening to her struggle like that for another day was unacceptable. Well, and there was the whole discussion with the doctor about the necessity of an oxygen tent. Yeah, it was that bad.
Today doesn’t feel like Christmas, but last night sure did. My baby was breathing sweetly and there was snow! Enough snow for a snowman!
Mazzy is awake and alert for the first time in days. Her little voice is croaking out demands and I have never been happier....
Once we took her to the doctor and he was sure it was croup and they gave her the steroid shot, it was easier to deal with the labored sound of her breathing, but ….. It was scary. The whole thing just messed me up in my head. Adam was so adamant about NOT taking her to the doctor and I was just so scared. In the end, we agreed that I was right. She may have gotten through the croup without the steroid shot, but I wouldn’t have. Listening to her struggle like that for another day was unacceptable. Well, and there was the whole discussion with the doctor about the necessity of an oxygen tent. Yeah, it was that bad.
Today doesn’t feel like Christmas, but last night sure did. My baby was breathing sweetly and there was snow! Enough snow for a snowman!
Mazzy is awake and alert for the first time in days. Her little voice is croaking out demands and I have never been happier....
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