Have just gotten back from the hospital. Aston had croup in the night, and after the third episode of it, DH demanded I ring an ambulance. I had given him ventolin and steam at 12am, 2.30am and then 4.30am, and I knew that as soon as the sun started to come up he would be ok.But rich was panicing, so Aston and I went for a trip in the ambulance. sigh. so tired. and of course, as the sun came out his breathing eased..... In the middle of the night I have richard huffing and puffing about Aston going out - "he's not going out anymore!" and blaming anything and anyone. This was already on the heels of him coming home last night cranky tired and particularly irritable. As his operation date approaches his anxiety levels are going through the roof. joy oh joy. Beam me up scotty PLEASE!
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