What a night.
I'm about to finally head up to bed.
Both kids were home today with a nasty barking cough. Squeaker was clearly getting better by the end of the day. The Bug, not so much. By late afternoon, the barking cough was being accompanied by her old nemesis the strider. We gave her her prednisone, and an albuterol breathing treatment, but she kept getting worse. So while I got dinner together for Squeaker, DW too The Bug to the Urgent Care/ER (it's a branch of the major children's hospital).
They were at the ER from about 7 p.m. until 11:30 p.m. (and they should have been there until midnight, but that's another story). They got into an exam room and an initial assessment right away, but it took FOREVER for the doc to finally come around (yep - September 7 - the newbies have just started a new semester). They did another albuterol treatment, and she didn't improve significantly (we could've told them that, but then, we've been dealing with these issues with the Bug since she was a baby). So around 10 p.m., they finally got around to giving her the racemic epinephrine treatment (which we knew when we brought her in was what she needed). They're SUPPOSED to keep her for observation for two hours after that treatment, but THEY didn't know that, and the doc was busy, so they went ahead and released the Bug at 11:30 p.m.
I guess I should be glad that this is the first time we've had to deal with this (at least at this severity level) in a couple of years. And that we're dealing with it now, and not three and a half weeks from now. When the Bug was a baby, she got croup and needed these treatments about every five weeks for a year and a half. I know I need to get some sleep, but I'm still kinda wired from the whole evening.