The ER

Saturday evening we had an uneventful flight from KC back to L.A.. Marcus was such a good traveler we had passengers compliment us on how well Marcus did - that is monumental! I figured the rest of our weekend would be smooth sailing.

That night we followed our regular routine of putting Marcus to bed at 7:30. The next thing I know it's midnight and we are woken to the ever familiar sound of the "seal bark" cough, also known as croup. This time it was different, it was worse than we'd ever heard. Scott went to check on Marcus and in a blur we were rushing out the door headed to the ER.

Little man had such labored breathing he was visibly working to catch a breath. His chest was heaving and the sound escaping his mouth was indescribably terrifying.

Watching my poor baby try to get a few precious gasps of oxygen, and there wasn't a single thing I could do for him, was the scariest thing I've ever experienced in my life.

Upon our arrival to the ER we were quickly admitted. I was relieved, as the waiting room was full and I was certain we would spend a great deal of time there.

Marcus was beyond petrified of the place. Due to the amount of stress Marcus was in, it was near impossible getting all of his vitals. However, the nursing staff was great, Marcus was assessed, and it was quickly determined that the croup was simply a severe case. Thank you Lord.

After a nebulizer breathing treatment followed by a dose of cool, moist air, as well as a steroid to open up his airway, our little man could breath a little easier.

Here we are, three days post ER trip and his breathing doesn't sound so scary. The tell-tale "barky" croup sound is gone. But, Marcus is left with a nasty cough that hasn't done a whole lot in the way of getting any good sleep.

Little man is on the road to recovery, and after the terrifying trip to the ER, that is more than enough to be thankful for.