Last night I believe that I had the ultimate initiation into motherhood – an entire night spent in the local emergency department with a sick baby.

Before anyone freaks out – Nate is fine.  He has a moderate case of croup.  Just after midnight he woke up sounding absolutely terribly hoarse and having some trouble catching his breath.  Grandma was pretty sure it was croup, but since neither of her two had ever had it she wasn’t sure, and we decided a trip to the ER was in order. 

Luckily we didn’t have to wait too long.  The nurses and doctor were fabulous, too.  The gave Nate a breathing treatment and an oral dose of steroids (scary, I know…but it seems to be working) and then we had to wait for 4 hours for the steroids to kick in; they didn’t want to risk us going home and having him get worse before the medication could take effect.  So I spent a very fitful night snuggled up with Nate on a gurney, while Grandma Campbell dozed in a reclining chair next to us.

Nate was definitely the highlight of the nurses’ evening, although that’s not saying much when his only competition was the drunk in the next room (who apparently only drank 4 glasses of whiskey, two large bottles of wine and one bottle of champagne.  Go figure he was in ER, eh?).

We made it home through the snow (yes – another snowstorm!) at about 7:30 this morning.  They sent us home with another dose of steroids to administer later this afternoon and instructions to come back if things get worse again or he is having any trouble breathing.   Nate of course, aside from sounding more like a seal pup than a human baby, is no worse for the wear after his nighttime ER adventure.  Grandma and Mommy, on the other hand, are mighty tired and are planning to leave Nate in Grandpa’s very capable hands so that we can catch at least an hour or two of shuteye!