Last night started out as a pretty typical Sunday in the Dykes House. Uncle Erik came for dinner, Abby got drunk on Jelly Beans (see picture)
and then both girls went to sleep without incident. I then got together with my neighbors Jen and Kim to watch the Golden Globes, and that’s when all hell broke loose. We were upstairs in Kim’s addition when I heard David come into her house yelling my name. He then appeared at the top of her stairs with a frightened looking Abby in his arms, and he said “I think Abby is choking. Something’s wrong.” I’m pretty sure I lost about 10 years of my life. Kim quickly realized she had a terrible case of croup – her cough sounded scary and awful, but at least we knew what to do. Long story short, we brought her into the bathroom for 20 minutes with the hot shower running, but she was still wheezing afterwards. We called the advice nurse, and she told us to take Abby to the ER because of her history with RAD (respiratory airway disease). So, at about 11pm, we took our little girl on a “special nighttime adventure.” She was so cute and sweet sitting in the ER waiting room in her polka dot footie pajamas. Here's a picture David took from his camera phone.
It turns out she just needed an oral steroid, and we were home by about 1am. We’re lucky to have such close friends in our neighborhood – Jen and Kim camped out on our couches to be here for Emmy and to make sure Abby was ok.
Now here’s the weird thing – it was this EXACT Sunday one year ago today that we watched the Giants beat the Cowboys in the playoffs, and then my water broke and I ended up in the hospital giving birth to Emerson. I really hope late night/early morning hospital visits do not become an annual event.
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