I know I talk on the radio and blog about my son a lot, but I can't help it, I'm a proud papa. But what happened last night showed me that I REALLY love him. I mean, I always knew that before of course, there was never any doubt, but last night just made it more real.
Yesterday my son (13.5 months old) had a pretty bad cough. We decided that if it got worse we'd take him to the doctor. Well last night, it got worse. He had that cough that sounds like a seal barking...that really painful cough in the back of your throat and in your lungs. But what made me really nervous was hearing him breathe. He was labouring, especially when he was coughing. Every time he inhaled, it sounded like he was struggling for air. It was killing me, I couldn't stand to hear him like that. So there I was in the middle of the night, trying to comfort him and get him back to sleep while my wife was surfing the net looking up what kind of cough he had. We found that it sounded a whole lot like whooping cough, and then I found out that that's potentially fatal for young kids...and at that point sleep was out the question for me.
You might be wondering, "If you were so worried and it sounded so bad, why didn't you take him to the hospital right away??" Simple. Because it wasn't actually that bad. I'm a first-time parent who was over-reacting a bit, and I knew it. He only had one or two short coughing fits throughout the night, but the rest of the time he was sleeping well, breathing fine, and not coughing. Deep down I knew it wasn't as life-threatening as I was making it out to be in my head. But those couple of coughing fits...some of the worst sounds I've ever heard in my life. I was just wishing I could help, wishing I could do something, anything to make it better, wishing I could take it for him so he could just sleep and not be struggling or in pain.
And then I realized...that's how much God loves US. I'll let you take that one to think about.
For those that are curious, we took him to the doctor this morning. He has a respiratory infection, maybe slight signs of whooping cough, but nothing that won't go away with the use of an inhaler. He should be okay in a few days.
Yesterday my son (13.5 months old) had a pretty bad cough. We decided that if it got worse we'd take him to the doctor. Well last night, it got worse. He had that cough that sounds like a seal barking...that really painful cough in the back of your throat and in your lungs. But what made me really nervous was hearing him breathe. He was labouring, especially when he was coughing. Every time he inhaled, it sounded like he was struggling for air. It was killing me, I couldn't stand to hear him like that. So there I was in the middle of the night, trying to comfort him and get him back to sleep while my wife was surfing the net looking up what kind of cough he had. We found that it sounded a whole lot like whooping cough, and then I found out that that's potentially fatal for young kids...and at that point sleep was out the question for me.
You might be wondering, "If you were so worried and it sounded so bad, why didn't you take him to the hospital right away??" Simple. Because it wasn't actually that bad. I'm a first-time parent who was over-reacting a bit, and I knew it. He only had one or two short coughing fits throughout the night, but the rest of the time he was sleeping well, breathing fine, and not coughing. Deep down I knew it wasn't as life-threatening as I was making it out to be in my head. But those couple of coughing fits...some of the worst sounds I've ever heard in my life. I was just wishing I could help, wishing I could do something, anything to make it better, wishing I could take it for him so he could just sleep and not be struggling or in pain.
And then I realized...that's how much God loves US. I'll let you take that one to think about.
For those that are curious, we took him to the doctor this morning. He has a respiratory infection, maybe slight signs of whooping cough, but nothing that won't go away with the use of an inhaler. He should be okay in a few days.
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