Sam haz a sad

Last week Samuel Tate, who is 10 months now, wasn't feeling so great. On thursday, he was running a little fever and was so very tired. He actually fell asleep on the living room floor holding a crayon. So on friday, I took him to his pediatrician. After some examining, Dr. D said it was possibly hand, foot and mouth. Sam had a little rash and a sore in his mouth. So Dr. D basically said tylenol and fluids. Over the weekend, Sam was more perky. Still sleepy but happier. Sunday night we put him to bed and he seemed fine. Yesterday morning I was suddenly woken up by a terrifying sound. Sam was choking. I am so glad his crib is in our room! I went over and grabbed him and he wasn't breathing. He was alert and looked at me like he was scared. I took him in the living room and rubbed on his back. He started breathing but it was labored. He looked a bit pale. I took off his pj's and his chest was retracting because he was struggling to breath. He would try to cough but it would just make him stop breathing again. I was PANICKED. I prayed to not lose another baby. I reached to call 911 but decided to call my mother in law (a former ER nurse who lives two streets over). Sam was breathing regularly by then, he just didn't sound right. She came in, listened to him and said he had Croup. I was like "is that BAD, should i PANIC?" And she very calmly said "when it first happens, it is very scary but right now there is no reason to panic." so Charlie rushed home (from about 5 mins away) and we took Sam to the E.R. Driving my son to the E.R. was very traumatic. You all know what happened the last time I drove my son to the E.R. He died in the car, was resuscitated, and died again 9 days later. But I tried to remain calm. An ambulance was driving right beside us so I felt comfort by that. I could always flag them down if needed. Sam seemed to do a bit better sitting upright in his seat so I felt a little more at east. When we got to the E.R. they took us right back...and put us in room 8. The exact same room we were in when we first took Gage to that same E.R. Our of all the rooms, they put us in 8. I didn't know whether that was a good sign or a bad one. Turned out, it was good. The nurse and doctor were so nice, and quickly confirmed it was Croup. They gave Sam a large dose of steroids and sent us on our way. Sam was very tired and clingy all day, so I held him much more than usual. We snuggled A LOT. I took him in for a follow up at Dr. D's office today. He still sounds wheezy but as long as it doesn't take his breath away, it should go away on it's own. Yesterday and today should be the worst of it. But I think Sam shaved 10 years off of my life yesterday morning. I had no idea what was wrong at first. I thought he was going to die. I was going through every possible scenario in my head. It was SO VERY SCARY. He seems a bit happier today and more willing to play. My stomach is still in knots. I asked Charlie last night "haven't we met our quota of bad shit?" To which he replied "clearly there is no quota, bad stuff doesn't discriminate or care if you have already had too much." Thanks for the vote of confidence Charles, lol! I realized that there is only one or two pictures of Samuel Tate on here, so here are some of the more recent pics. Such a handsome little fellow!