Sunday (June 12, 2011) was an interesting day. It started out like any other Sunday, for instance:
I wake up before everyone else.
Have a cup of coffee
The boys roll out of bed, looking for food/drink
The daughter finally rolls out of bed around 10 a.m.(texting her friends until god knows when)
Finally the hubs gets out of bed and gets ready to go to work. He had to "catch up" on work.
Hubs reminds me that the front yard needs mowing and to remind middle kid to mow it.
Seems simple enough, right??
Well......Nathan (said middle kid) mows the front yard and puts the lawn mower away. No biggie.
Comes in the house and he looks pale, breathing incredibly hard and almost passes out. He also asked me to take him to Urgent Care. Well, I thought differently. There was NO way I was going to get him to Urgent Care before he passes out, SO I call 911 (have you ever done that?? I never did. It's scary to say the least.) and tell them that Nathan is in the middle of an asthma attack. Then, off in the distance, I hear sirens.
The fire truck, police car and an ambulance came to the house. Neighbors I haven't seen ALL winter long come out of the woodwork. They start to treat Nathan, give him a breathing treatment, load him on the ambulance and off he went to the hospital. I had Nichole call the hubs at work to get him home, get dressed in record time and zoom to the hospital.
I check in with the Emergency Room receptionist and get Nathan all set up in their computers (because you know this isn't going to be cheap by any means) and FINALLY go back and see my kid. He looked much better, he was breathing better but he had the jitters from the medication given during the breathing treatment in the ambulance. After about 4 hours in the ER, we were finally given the OK to go home. He's doing fine now, he needs to been by our family doctor this week and we realize how grateful we are for the help of the North Shore EMT's, St. Mary's Hospital in Mequon. This whole experience could have been SO much worse and I'm grateful it's not.