5.45am - I woke to pitter patter of little feet walking to my bed room. Nissim stood next to me and told me he had been having bad dreams. Through the monitor I then heard Tova breathing badly. Great... croup... stridor...
I went to her room, Yuval put Nissim back to his bed and Tova joined Yuval back in our big bed while I went and got Panadol, pred and Ventolin.
Being a bit out of practice with the hospital bags (and not having one packed anymore), I took ages to get everything together. Tova had seemed to calm down a little bit after half an hour. But not enough, so I drove her to Monash. I didn't feel like calling the ambos. So I drove the 4 mins to the hospital.
When we got there she seemed to have improved a little more. Still, she had that stridor. So I went in. There was not one person in the waiting room. We were sent right in.
The doctor on duty in the peads emergency ward said "Hi, I'm Ari".. I said "oh good, someone that will actually pronounce Tova's name correctly without me explaining". He then quickly switched to key words in Hebrew when he spoke to Tova. He was LOVELY!!!! He blew up a blue glove like a balloon (Tova LOVED him for that), then he drew eyes and a mouth etc on it to make it a fish. He and Tova played catch for a bit then she didn't want it anymore so Dr. Ari put it in the sink, turned the tap on and said "Fish swimming now".
It had been an hour since I gave Tova the pred. It had started to work. So NO ADRENALIN. There were some touch and go moments in there and at once stage the adrenalin neb was set up, but Tova started breathing just fine. So we ended up staying there for about 5 hours, no extra drugs, then home.. amazing.
The last croup was in November I think. So we are getting the episodes further and further apart each time. It seems to have gone from every 3 weeks to every 3 months. NOT BAD!
The doctors were all quite impressed that Tova is on Growth Hormone and said that it will help stop the croup too! GREAT. They better be right because Tova cries almost every time we give her the injection. Poor baby. She doesn't try to stop us giving it to her, in fact she get ready in a comfy position, but she knows it is going to hurt and she looks a bit worried and cries and then is fine. Yuval and I both hate giving it to her and always want the other person to do it. Tova likes it when Yuval does it the most.. which is fine by me! Poor Yuvie.I asked for a cot because Tova loves to jump and fall off beds when I am too tired to pay attention. She actually really enjoys being in the little 'jail'. I like her being in the cot too, as I can take my eyes of her for moments at a time. One of the last times we were stuck in there she threw herself off the bed (which I had lowered to the lowest setting). I had passed out, and she was on Adrenalin.. I think I had managed to get 1 hour sleep before I had to rush her to hospital, so as the hours ticked past I fell asleep, and was awoken to Giggle, THUMP, CRRRYYY.. So this time I avoided it by the use of a cot.. and anyway, she was quite reasonable this time with her croup.. it was almost 6am.. I can handle that.