Kintropy In Action

It seems the chore faeries were having too much fun with me. So one flew up to me, and, in it's high pitched voice, it asked, "Can we envite our cousin Emily Rouser to visit?"

I think I blinked as I was turning off the laptop and yawned. "Ahhhhh, sure."

I started to slip off to sleep and the fairy whispered in my ear. "Great, just remember to use her nickname: ER."

I should of bolted out of bed and demanded they all leave at once.

At two this morning, Robert and I were woke from the sound of screaming and a sound like a paperbag bag being blown up with a slight whispering, leaking echo. It shuttered through the house. Gabriel was having problems breathing. It sounded horrible. We hooked him up to a nebulizer with Albuterol. Robert held it to his mouth as I took a stethoscope and listened to his lungs. His left lung sounded pretty clear, but in his bottom right lung there was a slight squeek. We unhooked Hannah's pulse oximeter since she was doing well and breifly attached it to Gabriel. His stats weren't perfect, but they weren't bad.

He was starting to panic, so we gave him an expotorant that would stop the excessive coughing and loosen things up. That way he could catch his breath. Not being able to talk was upsetting him. We moved him to our bathroom to give him a steaming shower. His breathing seemed more labored even after the Albuterol treatment. Robert and I decided to take him to the local emergency room. We thought it might be croop, but we weren't sure. I was noticing darken circles around his eyes.

Robert and I got dressed. We all got shoes on. I asked the night nurse how long she was staying. We decided both parents could go. We told Gabriel we were taking him to the hospital. A pained look crossed his face. "I'm ok, I'm getting better. See I can talk."

"Are you worried about shots?"

"Yes"

"We are pretty sure you won't need any shots."

We lucked out. The ER was pretty empty. It still doesn't move that fast. When we checked for a fever at home, he hadn't had one. He was starting one there. They were sure it was croop, but checked it out. They started a cool mist machine going on him and gave him a steroid orally. His mood improved quickly as his voice returned and his breathing became easier.

He was given a toy puppet. And they wanted to give him an X-ray to verify it was nothing more. Robert was diagnosed with bronchitis yesturday. Hannah might have strep or staff again.

We got back home around Six in the morning.

I would like the wellness faeries to visit please. Does anyone know their call song?

--Mom