Okay, it's my turn to join the ranks of the supersisters (ahem, Kristen) who are always taking their kids to the emergency room. Last night Carter had an episode of constant coughing that left him unable to breathe and the rest of us breathless wondering if he was having a dangerous allergic reaction to something.
With Madeleine in tears and Dave and I on the edge of our seats, we drove Carter to our local hospital, hoping nothing serious was the matter. Lucky for us, there's nothing like adrenaline to set your system in perfect order, because the second Carter realized he was going to see a doctor he didn't know *in the hospital* of all places, his sheer terror brought that horrible coughing to a screeching halt.
We were home in under two hours, crisis averted, but our nerves completely shot. What can compare to the fear that your kid will actually stop breathing? In any case, we're all breathing easier this morning and hoping you are safe and sound with no ER visits in your future.
Let me tell you, it was no fun.