Another night of absolutely no sleep, but this time, it’s not because of my anxiety.
My daughter is having a hard time breathing. I called an ER nurse to ask for advice, she asked me questions, then listened to G over the phone. I was advised to call 911. I wasn’t panicked much, until the nurse said “911” to me. Then? I freaked. I called, they came, did some tests on her, said she looked ok, wasn’t in distress, but that she did need to be seen at a hospital for a breathing treatment. They offered to take her, but I opted to have Tony take her. Kaiser WILL charge me if it’s not life threatening. Tony left to take her to the ER about an hour ago. I feel better now that I know she’ll get the care she needs, but I’m worried and wishing I had taken her so I would know if she’s ok right this minute. I know she WILL be, but watching your little baby struggle to take breaths is the most unnerving, upsetting, terrifying experience.
Now, if only Tony would call and let me know what’s going on…
*update* Gabby’s home, safe and sound and ABLE TO BREATH. She was given a breathing treatment and a liquid form of steriods to open the lungs. Thank you for your well wishes.