About 15 minutes ago, Mason woke up coughing like a seal. A very large seal. The worst I've ever heard.
Kyle ran into Mason's room with me in hot pursuit. He grabbed him out of bed and took him straight to the bathroom. And Mason vomited.
Not such a big deal, but he couldn't breathe. He was breathing the most labored breaths I've ever heard and he just couldn't catch his breath. His little body was shaking out of control and he kept saying how cold he was. Mind you, we have the AC on because it is so hot in our upstairs.
After watching him breathe like this for several minutes with no relief, I told Kyle we needed to take him to the ER. I totally freaked out. I am so not used to dealing with illness and health problems with Mason, as weird as that sounds. Typically, it is the girls that have the issues.
So please pray for Mason ... I know Kyle is freaking out too, so that says a lot! As soon as Mason heard me say "ER", the first thing he said was, "Am I going to have to get a shot?" Poor kid, he is so worried about having to get a shot while I'm trying to figure out if he can even catch his breath.
I am blogging because now I'm wide awake and sitting here waiting for Kyle's call. Even though I know they are not even at the ER yet. It is going to be a long night.