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Just when I thought I cruising on cookie mode which is- I was enjoying the holidays filling my belly with more cookies than a self proclaimed vegan honestly should- he shakes it up a little. My boy wakes me at 3 am with the classic scary stridor,cough and cry of croup.

Ever seen a pediatrician panic a little. It’s not pretty. But I was on mommy mode and it’s hard watching his neck cave in and screaming he can’t breathe. So I panicked a little inside .

But I played it cool to anyone watching. I shushed and soothed and gave Albuterol.  I rocked him in front of the open freezer and then outside looking at the Christmas lights. We snuggled in bed and watched little home videos while he slowly calmed down and fell back asleep.

3 hrs later he wakes up again- pushes the Albuterol away (not that it helps much anyway) and asked to go outside in the 30 degrees so that he could breathe.

So as my colleague likes to say….I said to myself…”And we’re done…”

I’m just so delighted there are ERs open and people kind and willing to spend their Christmas Eve Day not at the malls, but rather administering Racemic Epi and Decadron.

And he got better. And we went home. But I was still shaken and thinking- what the hell was that??

Now I know why people jump on Facebook and tell the world what was wrong. I wanted all to know that he was ill and now better. I wanted the pats and oohs and ahhhs and poor things. I wanted that sympathy and to process through it all.

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