A recap. On the way home from NYC I seemed to have picked up a nasty, nasty cold. It lasted for nearly two weeks; last week being the second week into it. I was desperately hoping Clayton would not pick it up, but no such luck. Sure enough, last week, Clayton began getting sick. We were on our toes all week fearful of a croup episode. Thankfully, he never got croup, but Friday night he did seem to have an asthma attack from everything. We used everything we had to treat it, which seemed to keep him stable and kept his airway open, but he still seemed to be pulling a little more than normal. We tried to go to the ER thinking that he might need a racemic epinephrine treatment, but it was full. Not sure what was in the air Friday night, but everybody apparently decided to go to the ER all at once. No way we were going to wait there, so we went home thinking we would keep monitoring it and just call an ambulance if needed. In the end we managed on our own. Clayton has had lots of drainage and coughing, but he slowly improved night to night. We just watched his O2 constantly making for a sleepless night Friday, but better as the weekend went on.
Thankfully, he is doing much, much better now. Sorry for such a blah sounding post. Not much of a writer today.
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