First visit to the ER :(

Rough night last. Not long after blogging, CWH kept waking up and crying and had to be put back to sleep. I had been trying to console him for about 10 minutes, and his crying was exacerbating the croup. He made these little gasping sounds, and essentially quit moving air into his lungs for about 20 seconds or so. He also went limp during this time. By the time I laid him down on the diaper changer, he had recovered, but it was the scariest thing ever. The fear in croup is respiratory failure. We were out the door in no time. We felt better off driving him to Texas Children's ourselves, as post-Ike it is unclear what the resources are. He remained stable, and we checked in at 12:10 am. We weren't seen by the doctor until 7 am! I didn't care, though, as I was much more comortable being in the hospital just in case he got into trouble again. Finally around 7:45 am, he got his steroids and they let us go a little after 9am. He seems to have improved. The real test will be how he does tonight and in the morning. I hope to never have to go through something like this again, and am so thankful that this didn't occur right in the midst of the hurricane.
If CWH is doing ok in the morning, and if Steve can get off of work, we will head to Orange in the am. Both of our parents went to survey the damage in Bridge City, and both houses were total losses. The water line was over my dad's head (he's around 5'10 I think). There were all sorts of FISH in the house - gross. Furniture was upside down, and there was a foot of mud on the ground. A picture album of me and my sister's baby pictures was buried in the mud. My parents have a shed in their front yard that does not belong to them. There was an alligator seen a few blocks away. They plan to go back tomorrow and take what they can. I figure CWH can cheer them up a bit. They have a long road ahead of them, but fortunately God has promised to supply all our needs.

Ok, can't keep my eyes open any longer...