So croup turned into wheezing, which turned into labored breathing, which turned into a lethargic and not completely responsive kiddo, which turned into a visit to the urgent care center on Saturday morning minutes before I was due to shoot a 12 hour wedding.
I really thought they were going to admit her to the hospital . You know it’s not good when the nurse leaves the door open and calls down the hall for the doctor and she IMMEDIATELY comes into the room.
A few rounds of steroids via a ‘breathing machine’ (little portable misting thingy) and we were cleared to go home. I was freaking out about having to leave for the day. Not a lot of sick days for wedding photographers. But Savannah was fine and the wedding was great. I’m sure Conor got a little tired of my frantic texts and calls checking in, but it helped me through the day.
They sent us home with our very own breathing machine and enough supplies for a house full of asthmatics. We went back this morning to have her checked out and she is mostly all better.
We believe the culprit to be our good intentions – we cleaned out the mudroom (which has pretty much been our final dumping ground for random stuff since we moved in 18 months ago) and did some drywalling and in the process kicked up a lot of dust. Our mild temperatures meant we weren’t running the air or heat and the particulates just hung in the air and migrated into our three-year old’s little lungs.
So my suspicions that cleaning brings nothing but misery are now confirmed.
