On New Year’s Day night, around 11 pm, she started coughing. Then, she started coughing so much, Max went up to hold her. She kept coughing. She had a hard time catching her breath. It sounded like she was wheezing.
I tend to underreact to these things. My mom was very into the emergency room. We were regulars there. I don’t think it did me any good, frankly. Max tends to overreact. So, we called the pediatrician’s recommended advice nurse. She couldn’t hear anything on the phone, but said we should take Cassie to the ER.
Off I went. The ER was packed. There were easily 14,000 people there. OK, I exaggerate, but not by much.
The incredibly nice man at the registration desk said we’d be triaged immediately, but that the wait for a doctor was 1-1/2 to 3 hours.
We were, in fact, triaged immediately. A lovely nurse named Theresa took Cassie’s temperature (99.7) and oxygen level (100%), then listed to her breathe. She couldn’t hear wheezing. Truly, Cassie’s breathing had improved quite a bit since we got out of the car and calmed her down. I said I’d be happier staying up with her all night and keeping her upright on me than sitting in an ER full of sick people. The nurse essentially concurred.
We came home. I stayed up with her until 6 am, reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I’m embarrassed to say that I only read about 230 pages in 3.5 hours. Anyway, at 5:30 am, Cassie ate and immediately fell back asleep. In 4 hours, she coughed 3 times. It sounded a little croupy, but it passed pretty quick.
Cassie is still congested from her cold. She hasn’t coughed an insane amount since that one bout on New Year’s Day.
Any bets on how much that ER visit’s going to cost?