…the last thing a parent wants to see is an ambulance taking away one of their children.
Sometime tonight we woke up to some odd noises coming from the boys room. Eamonn (soon to be 4) was breathing funny, scared, crying and shaking. We’ve never seen him like this, so we erred on the side of caution. Lisa called 911. The local police were first to arrive and they immediately put him on oxygen as he clung to me. His breathing was still rough, but he managed to fall asleep in my arms while we waited for the first aid squad. The officers explained that it was likely croup and that it was common to recommend that he go to the hospital as a precautionary measure. The ambulance arrived, he was checked out and there seemed to be agreement with the earlier diagnosis. Lisa decided she wanted to be the one to go with him and that I should be the one to stay here with Aidan. I watched from the window as the ambulance drove off with my little boy and then I went up to check on Aidan. He’s tucked into my bed next to me, finally sleeping again… something I can’t do, which brings us back to the title.
Sit and wait. Sit and wait. Even when you know things are ok, it’s maddening.