Trip to ER

I'll have to come back and fill in the events of the last week, including a few days in Iowa with all 4 sisters together (and 5 children 2 and under!).

Our welcome-home (Victor's and mine) yesterday afternoon was marked by a severe worsening of a cough he started getting Friday afternoon.  He coughed through an entire 2-hour nap, dozing between fits.  He puked in his crib, and before and after a neb treatment he again lost the entire contents of his stomach.  His breathing was pretty shallow and fast too, so the pediatrician's office said we should probably take him to ER.

I think all visits to the emergency room are grueling.  We wrapped up there around 9:45pm, but our quest to find a pharmacy to fill his prescriptions (an excruciating venture all its own) had us crawling into bed around midnight. 

Victor did pretty well through the night, though he only slept until 6am (which is normal), but my body thought we had decided to take the night off of sleeping, so I didn't have much rest. 

The diagnosis was, probably just a bad viral cold, but his symptoms were similar to whooping cough (though he has been vaccinated), so they tested him for that. 

We would surely appreciate prayers.  It's been a string of nights of poor sleep for me, so I'm feeling pretty depleted (and overly emotional), and Victor is still quite miserable. 

Consider it all joy...