So, I've heard about croup before, but I've never had to deal with it. Jeff was on a trip a couple of weeks ago and things went pretty smoothly for the most part. Zach started to get a little sick, where he sounded more hoarse than anything, but not bad. The Sunday Jeff was coming back, I felt miserable and laid around the house all day. Zach seemed to feel sick, but nothing really bad. By the end of the day, I started feeling a little better but Zach seemed to get worse. Jeff was going to be home around 8:30 pm, so I let the boys stay up a little late to see their dad before they went to bed. About 1/2 hour before Jeff got home, Zach started sounding worse and worse. He started to wheeze more when he was breathing and seemed to have a hard time. Right before Jeff got home, he sounded even worse and I've never been so happy to have Jeff home. He and his dad gave Zach a blessing and we put him right to bed. I still felt under the weather, so I went to bed a little early that night as well. Zach had a really hard time sleeping and woke up having a hard time breathing. He was hoarse and wheezing when he was breathing. He seemed to get worse through the night. He ended up sleeping in bed with us, but woke up quite a bit. I had a humidifier going, and when he was awake I would take him into the bathroom to do baths/steam or we would occasionally go outside to see if the cool air would help. At about 2:30 a.m. I watched him while he was in the bathtub, searching the phone book to see if there was any Instacare place opened in the middle of the night. We went back to bed where I lay awake listening to him breath. I was so terrified that he would get worse, I lay awake listening to him breath. I kept thinking that I would rush him to the ER if he got any worse. Finally, at 6:30 a.m. I left in the car, hoping that he would sleep better sitting up. We drove around, and I was certain that there would be at least one Instacare place that would open at 7:00 a.m. By the way, most Instacare's don't open until 8:30 a.m. or 9:00 a.m. Anyhow, we headed back home after a drive and Zach's breathing was doing a little better. I called the doctor's office right at 8:00 a.m. and got their earliest appointment, at 8:40 a.m. Zach was breathing better, though pretty tired. When the doctor saw him, he said it was croup (which I had expected) and he said we would need to do a nebulizer treatment in the office as soon as possible and, if Zach wasn't doing any better, we would need to head over to the hospital immediately. The nurse came in a couple of minutes later and did the nebulizer treatment, which helped quite a bit. We then got 3 prescriptions and went home to get him into bed. He took a nap for about 7 hours that day. Thankfully, he started doing much better. He was pretty wheezy that night and we headed back over to the doctor's office before bedtime for another nebulizer treatment. He was a pretty happy kid, and seemed to be back to his normal self. Zach ended up going to the doctor's one last time, where they gave him a stronger prescription since he was still wheezing a bit. It was all pretty frightening.
After Zach was on the road to recovery, Nathan got hit with the same thing. Thankfully, it wasn't nearly as bad. The first night he woke up with croup, he had a look of terror in his eyes because he was having a hard time breathing. He was, as he put it, freaking out. Thankfully I knew what to do and we broke his first croup attack pretty fast. It was also a lot easier with him than with Zach because I could reason with him that crying was only making it harder for him. Once we got him calmed down, he did much better. The next morning, he told me that he was scared when he woke up because he was only half breathing. He started to do better and he put the humidifier in his room. However, two nights later he woke up with another croup attack. It wasn't nearly as bad and we got it under control pretty fast. We got prescriptions called in for Nathan as well, and he did much better after that. Very scary. Thankfully, we'll all recovered by now and I hope we don't have to go through that again. I don't see how people can find the strength to deal with children with terminal illnesses. I feel so blessed that we've, for the most part, been healthy and not had to deal with very much. I just hope it stays that way in the future!