Josh, James, and I left last Thursday afternoon for Josh's annual summer regional. We had a really fun beginning to the trip. Something in me gets really happy when we go south on I35. I just love so many places down there and always seem to have a great time without feeling too road-weary by the end of it. San Antonio is about 3 hours from us, but it literally seemed like an hour after our drive to and from Atlanta last week! I couldn't get over how quickly it felt like we got there. Anyways, we got to see a little bit more of downtown San Antonio, since we stayed in a hotel right in the middle of downtown, and we loved it! The first night, we just strolled along the Riverwalk, which was just a two minute walk from our hotel, and James loved the baby ducks, mama ducks, and all of his "friends" on the Riverboats as they would pass. He would say very excitedly, "Hi friends!! Bye friends!!" It later turned into, "Hi peoples! Bye peoples!". I don't know what happened to make them go a step down in his book! Saturday, I left the hotel early with James in his stroller while Josh was in meetings, and I pushed him around for 4 hours! Boy was I hurting that night and the next day. My left hip and right knee were in so much pain I could hardly walk. I forget sometimes that I'm pregnant and can't do things like that! Josh got out at lunch, we had an Edward Jones lunch, and then we took a nap that afternoon. After his nap, we got dressed and went down to the Riverwalk again. We ate an incredible meal at Boudro's (sp?) and then took a Riverboat tour. We loved that, and learned that every week, 7-10 people fall in the River! The drunk people get a fine of $500, too!
This is where the fun trip takes a sharp turn for the worse. We put James to bed around 9 and stayed up until 11 watching a movie. James was perfectly fine. Around 1:15 am, I wake up to James having labored breathing and a croupy caugh. I jumped out of bed to grab James, and Josh ran into the shower to turn it on hot and create steam. That didn't work, so we decided he need to go to the ER. Almost as soon as we stepped outside, the labored breathing stopped (night air will usually clear it up). We called our doctor, who was the oncall doctor that night, and he said that since he cleared up outside, we didn't need to go to the ER. We were so glad to hear that! Around 2 am, we went back upstairs and tried to get some sleep while I held him upright. None of us got much sleep, but thankfully he had no more labored breathing. Just a high fever.
We decided to leave the next morning and take him into see our doctor. He confirmed it was croupe and said his throat looked very swollen. He's now on prednisone and antibiotics (bc croupe now is considered somewhat bacterial) and is doing remarkably better! His prednisone makes him hyper, but tonight will be the last night for that one.
So, we think that James is trying to tell us to not go out of town anymore! First Costa Rica, and now this! :)
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