Last Thursday, I picked up Victoria from daycare and they mentioned to me that her voice was scratchy. I didn't think anything of it... the weather has gone haywire recently so I figured it was a cold coming on. However, at 430 this morning, she came to the bedroom and she was really struggling to breathe. Stridor. She said she had to puke. I took her to the bathroom, and nothing came out. She was exhausted. I turned on the hot water and let the shower run for a bit, hoping the steam would help open her up. It helped a little, but not enough to ease my mind. I got dressed, and drove her to the ER.
Today, I'm thankful for independence.
I'm thankful that I knew I had insurance that would cover our visit. Thankful that we have jobs that provide this insurance. Thankful that I don't have to rely on someone else to pay my bills... thankful that I know how to drive, and have a license and insurance. Thankful that I can read, to fill out hospital paperwork. Thankful that when my baby needed me, I knew how to be there for her.
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