It was a long eventful day in Pure Florida yesterday. A full day of work followed by the annual school academic awards programs in the evening kept us out late. When we returned home to relax, we found our Katie in a full fledged allergic reaction and hyperventilating.
Mrs. FC (RN) ran through her bag of tricks, benadryl, nebulizer breathing treatment, calming techniques, etc, ... but Katie was still in distress. We are 45 miles from the nearest hospital, so we called for an ambulance.
We got a fire truck with EMT's in about 20 minutes. I could hear him coming down our totally dark rural road so I jogged down the twisty drive to the paved road with a flashing red strobe light. He spotted me (said the light really helped find us by the way) and stopped. The firetruck was too big to easily navigate the drive (THAT is something to think about) so the two EMT's and I jogged back up to the house. About 20 minutes after that, an ambulance with two paramedics arrived from Bronson, 20 miles away.
Katie improved some, but was still uncomfortable, so the decision was made to go to the emergency room in Gainesville, 45 miles away. She felt well enough for her Mom to take her so the EMT's and Paramedics left on other calls and Mrs. FC and Kate hit the road. This was about 10:30 pm.
I tried to stay awake until they returned, but wound up crashing around 1;30 am. They didn't get home until 4:00 am.
She's okay now. Exhausted from meds and the experience. I stayed home as I was pooped and they needed to sleep. I'll be heading into town to fill her prescription after I finish this post.
We raise our youngsters as best we can. A parent ... a good parent devotes so much time and energy to protect and provide a safe nest for these precious youngsters. Mostly, things go well, they grow, they get stronger, become smarter ... until finally the nest is a little confining and they begin to move beyond it ... to edge away from it, bit by bit. They've changed, but we parents have not moved on quite so much I think.
Nights like last night remind me she's still my baby and it hurts just as much now to see her in distress as it did when she was a helpless babe. The urge to protect the young does not go away even though the youngsters eventually do.
I suppose I will eventually get good at worrying about her from a distance.