I So Hate It When I'm Right...

At least in this case.

I just knew we were headed to the Emergency Room...

and unfortunately, we did end up there.

Of course, it's always in the middle of the night.

Darn runny nose seems to always turn into Croup--

where his airways are so restricted he can't breathe.

We've been through it so many times this past year,

I don't even get stressed anymore (well, just a little).

By the time we got to the E.R.-- I think the cooler night

air and sitting up right in his car seat on the ride clear downtown,

helped his breathing.

They gave him a shot of Decadron and it is amazing

how quickly that stuff works.



In fact, we were only gone a few hours-- a record for a trip to the E.R.

Still, by the time we got home, Kean tucked in bed and

me in bed-- Byron's alarm went off about five minutes later.

Sleep is highly over-rated.

I'm trying to convince myself of that anyway.

A special thanks to Heather Davis

for taking my girls today

so Kean and I could both get

a good nap in.

I'm feeling human again

and he sure seems a lot better than he was.