I went to Cranfest last weekend with a great friend. Got pulled over on the way down to Warrens. So I WAS going a little fast and my husband gave me a pretty hard time about it. - Hey I got a verbal warning! But it got me to thinking, what the heck am I always going so fast for? Not just literally but figuratively too. I'm set at 90 mph and can't get it done fast enough... Life is going so fast I don't want to miss a second with Christopher. I'm going to try to slow down as much as I can.
Last night was a little chaotic in our world. I got home about 6:00 and Kahlua had eaten dry wall spackling. We called the ER vet and they said bring her in and we'll look at her for $90.00. She's totally worth it but we decided to wait. Christopher, in the meantime, falls asleep on the living room floor - no fussing - just in the middle of playing. I make supper and Jared & I hang out for the rest of the night. I tried to wake him up around 9:00 to feed him as he hadn't eaten since 5:00. No dice so he fell back to sleep until 11:30.
He scared the crap out of me - He's been hacking and coughing and they've told us it is "just" an Upper Respiratory Infection so we've been going with it. Well the hacking and coughing turned into gagging and gasping for air for about ten minutes. I had intended on calling our Doctor this morning but we ended up taking him to the Emergency Room. He was HUNGRY but he couldn't drink and breathe at the same time so the shit hit the fan. They didn't do jack for us which I get and am thankful that we are still avoiding antibiotics but I felt like an ass for taking him in. I wasn't really thrilled with the ER Doctor. I totally got the "new parent" pain in the butt vibe from him.
I'm calling our regular physician today to see what she suggests. It was a scary 45 minutes or so before he was finally normal colored again and not gagging.
Get better little guy. We love you so very much.
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