Last week - G Gets a Cough

Instead of coming over to our house, our neighbour JD finds it easier for our kids to go to her where she feeds, plays, and puts them to bed at her house.  Her boys love playing with our munchkins too.  On Thursday night last, E was out of town and I had hockey on Thursday, so dropped the kids off for dinner where they had a great evening.  Both kids were only a little sick with head colds.

After my game, I checked my phone and saw a text from SD who was concerned about G's cough. I re-assured SD that it's just a cough and so long as he's not struggling to breathe, not to worry. (And sorry for him keeping you up.)

Then at 2 am ...

... when I was just about to go to sleep after the post-hockey beers and a little TV, the phone rings.  It's SD saying G's real bad.  I pop out of bed and head over, and JD and SD are at the door with G.  All looked just a little bit concerned.  Sure enough he's wheezing badly enough that I take him right in to CHEO.  I had brought the usual trip-to-CHEO-bag of tricks just in case.

The bad thing about going to the hospital at 2 am is that it's 2 am.  The good thing is there's no one else around to draw the staff's attention away from one's kid.   (Although, to be fair, when you've got a 'breather' in at emergency, they bring you to the front of the line every time.)  They treated G right away and he was awesome as usual.  We were out of there in 2.5 hrs. His oxygen levels were high the whole time - they were just worried about his throat closing up - so he got different drugs in the masks and different steroids in the syringes! Yay! (Sigh.  I'll be one happy Dad the day G goes a year w/o any doctor-administered drugs entering his system.)

G was sleeping in the van on the way home , so I dropped J's school bag off at SD's place and she walked J into school for me too - such great neighbours.

I then took G home and tried to pile us both into his bed to see just how much sleep we could get.   However, even with the little sleep he had, G was up and ready to play at 6:30 am, just like usual. Which was hilariously funny, since Daddy had zero hours of sleep and learned that, oh boy, Daddy can't operate on zero hours of sleep any more. As I was lying on either G's bed, the floor, or one of two couches, G asked me numerous times: "Daddy, why are you still sleeping?" G'uh.  We watched a lot of videos that Friday.   Needless to say, it was good to see Mommy back from her trip that evening.