Some breathing treatments throughout the day, cool mist humidifier, saline in the nostrils followed by suctioning, and a last-minute brainstorm (a couple of neosynephrine decongestant drops, for the obligatory nose-breather), and last night went pretty well, after all.
There were only some low oxygen dips when the oxygen tubing slipped out of place. We thread oxygen tubing through the "collar" (ribbon) of a stuffed animal and place the animal near her face at night, because she has a tendency to have low oxygen levels during sleep. A couple of times she also needed to be repositioned, to help with her breathing, but all in all, it really wasn't a bad night. John's at work, and it's so cold outside, I already know we won't be going to church (again).
I'm so grateful, though, that ER wasn't anything we had to worry about. Despite Hannah's wringing of the hands and Matthew telling me he'd rather have us take her to the ER than just waiting until she stops breathing. Um, yeah, me too. But guys, if it's croup or something like croup, I think I might be able to handle this one.
And like any mom who's been up at night dealing with sick children, I'm trying to figure out how to schedule a nap somewhere today. :)
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