Asthma Attack = Emergency Room

(Not for the weak stomached reader) Lauren has been coughing the last couple of days, sometimes saying with authority, "I don't like that cough." (Something she clearly learned from her father.) Well, last night after we put her to bed, her cough got worse and scary. Jon was helping her with some suppressant when I came in to lay by her. I found her bed wet, but not enough that she'd had an accident. Seconds later I learned what it was as she continued coughing and gagged up a mouth FULL of mucous from her lungs. It was like throw up, but gross and slimy. Egh! I helped her change her top and Jon gave her both inhaler meds. We moved her into our bed and while Jon read up on asthma attacks I wiped the slime out of her hair with a wet towel. Because her Dr. suggested that she could have asthma about a year ago, and from what Jon had learned about his brother and in classes, he was concerned that she might be having an acute asthma attack. The inhalers didn't seem to be working as she continued to cough/bark, wheeze, and gasp for air, so Jon decided that we needed to get her a stronger dose and rushed her to the ER. I put on a brave face for my scared baby, who has already decided that she doesn't like the doctor, and watched them drive away. Then I lost it - could be from my pregnant hormones or just the plain fact that I don't like the idea of my little Lauren being rushed to the ER. At any rate, I was very relieved when Jon called to learn that it WASN'T an asthma attack. She has a bacterial infection in her throat producing A LOT of mucous and her windpipe is swollen making it hard for her to breathe. Jon came home with three different meds, one of them costing sixty bucks, and a very tired little Lauren.

After her visit - notice the red face? Yeah, we don't know. It's gone now.