A long night in the hospital

You know, ironically I keep writing here like someone actually reads this. I suppose it helps my own mental stability. But then, who knows. Maybe, just maybe, one of my lost friends reads this to connect with me. I don't know.

Spent last night in the hospital with my daughter. At around midnight she started gasping for air, unable to breath. I rushed her to Childrens. We get there, they take her in, do pulse and all that. Next thing you know we're put in a room, she's given steriods and a cool mist treatment. Then, she's given a nebulizer (sp?) treatment. Then they put her on oxygen since her breathing isn't getting ANY better. Turns out she has Croup, and we end up staying the night in the hospital.

They sent us home around 10 am this morning. She's doing a bit better, but requires constant attention due to breathing difficulties. She's to be watched carefully for 5-7 days!

I am worried, but glad we caught it early enough. Croup, can still kill small kids, and since my daughter is only 16 months...she's one of the lucky ones. Got treatment ontime, before it got bad.

That was my night. I think the new Childrens Hospital is BEAUTIFUL, but I'm sick of seeing it ALREADY.