Yesterday morning, Joey dropped K off at daycare around 7:30. She was fine. A little sneezy, but we've had some extreme weather changes here in the last few weeks, so we assumed it was allergies.
At 8:20, daycare called me to let me know that K was wheezing. My entire 20-minute drive to daycare was spent wondering what on earth could have happened in less than an hour to make them want to call me to come get her.
When I arrived, she was still wheezing and sneezing. I decided to feed her a bottle before taking her to the doctor. That's when I realized something was going on. She practically choked on the formula and began to act lethargic. I let my limited motherly instincts take over and opted to head straight to the emergency room at our local children's hospital.
By the time I got her into the ER less than 10 minutes later, she was slumped over and struggling to breathe. For a good 5 to 10 minutes, we couldn't wake her up. Finally we got her to wake up, but she was still completely disoriented. It took the nurse flushing her sinuses twice and two breathing treatments from the respiratory specialist for her oxygen levels to go back to normal.
It wasn't until later that evening after she fell asleep in Joey's arms when I finally cried. I hope we never have to go through something like that again, but it looks like we may be dealing with childhood asthma - so it's entirely possible that she may have another episode like this in the future. For now, I'm just happy she's okay. And I'm still working on getting my blood pressure back to normal.