Canyon Life

There is nothing scarier than waking up in the middle of the night to a son that can't breathe. This is the third time I've had to rush Matthew to the ER for an attack of croup. There's nothing else you can do for it, they have to have steroids to open up the airways. I seriously thought he would have grown out of it by now, but I guess not.

Strange thing this time, I woke up after midnight, stomach in knots, waiting. I knew it was coming. I can't tell you why. I laid in bed and waited. Then I heard a bark. I got up and stood over Matt, listening. He suddenly woke up, sat up and looked at me, and told me he couldn't breathe, he was already wheezing pretty bad. Just like that. Woke up Brett, got dressed, kinda, raced off to the hospital. I was curious to see how long it would take to get there from the canyon, we are a little farther out now. I did eighty almost the whole way, got there in less than twenty minutes I think. On the way, we prayed, thanked God for hospitals, and watched the meteor shower that just so happened to be on display last night. That was weird.

Anyways, Matt's much better now. He got his air treatment and steroids, and I am getting ready to go put in his prescription for the rest of his meds. I guess this is one of those things Matthew is going to be prone to when the weather changes. Not a whole lot I can do about it. Lame croup.