Late night trips to Urgent Care

So........that sucked.

Baby Queen brought home the first head cold of the school year last Friday, Teen Queen caught it over the weekend and I've been battling the yuck since Sunday. But last night got serious. BQ is like this little incubator, she gets the sniffles, coughs twice and is over it. Takes me forever to get it out of my system, but for some reason TQ suffers. I mean REALLY SUFFERS. It slid into her chest yesterday afternoon and by last night, she was seriously struggling to breathe. And terrified. All I could think about was this killer respiratory virus that's been taking down kids across the country, and that's all I needed. I pulled the Emergency Mommy Alarm at 10:30 last night. This is NOT a drill.

Got the neighbor to stay with BQ while she slept, bundled a scared and gasping TQ into the momvan and burned rubber. I don't remember the drive. I had pre-admitted her to Urgent Care while waiting for the sitter, so they were ready for us when we got there. She got a couple of bronchodialators and oxygen through a mask. Her blood oxygen level was so low, they were seriously talking about admitting her to the hospital. That she heard, pulled her mask down, fixed me with the saddest puppy dog eyes, and begged me not to let them take her. She's never had good experiences with hospitals. So I held her hand, trying to be her rock, her MOM, and prayed. Within 30 minutes, her heart rate and breathing slowed to normal and her blood ox was almost normal. They cut us loose at midnight with a nebulizer and directions for breathing treatments every 4 hours for the next several days. Her mask is a lion mouth; I mean when she wears it, she looks like a lion with whiskers and everything. She loves it.

So, getting the Incubator off to school, home for TQ's morning breathing treatment, and then I'm going back to bed. Sorry, but things are going to be a little thin around here for a few days.