Croup

The 12 days of Christmas are turning into the 12 days of sickness.  Last night at 2:30am I woke up to Alyssa calling for me while struggling to breathe.  She had been sick for several days and we had been given an Albuterol inhaler 2 days earlier at a doctor appointment, so I had her take a puff.  After several minutes she could still hardly breathe.  We tried again, and still no improvement.  She was scared and I began to get scared so we took a trip to the ER. Within no time she was diagnosed with croup, given a breathing treatment and a steroid and was under control, but it was scary.  I am so grateful for modern medicine and doctors and nurses who are willing to work all through the night!