Deja Vu

It's 12:45 a.m. We just got back from the E.R. with Jay again. I put him down to sleep but I'm supposed to keep an eye on him for the next hour or so. Joe is at Walgreen's picking up three prescriptions that we have to give Jay for the next couple days... including Benadryl, Zantac, steroids of some kind, and the doctor threw in a pass for some new Epi-pens. Unfortunately, I had to use one and now we need more.

Apparently, dog bones are a no-no. We were over visiting Joe's parents, who have a dog, and Jay thought he'd try out one of her bones. He stuck it in his mouth and spit it right back out. We weren't sure if the bone had milk in it and we couldn't find the package to check the ingredients. A few minutes later his voice got hoarse so I gave him some benadryl. Almost immediately after, he threw up all over me and it was downhill from there. Joe ran into the other room and brought me back Jay's epi-pen. And I stabbed him. I think that traumatized Jay for life. I honestly don't even remember what I was thinking at that point. We jumped in the car and Joe drove twice the speed limit and ran every red light. Jay was gagging and wheezing the whole way. Joe called 911 to let them know we were coming and they told him that he couldn't break the law (speeding) to get Jay to the ER. He told them that he honestly didn't care if he broke the law. That ended the conversation. It was much more laid back at the ER this time because Jay didn't look nearly as bad when we brought him in. They still got us right back into a room and were fairly attentive to him. It took a long time for his reaction to clear up but he's fine now. Thank goodness for modern medicine.

It's scary. That's pretty much the only way to describe it. It didn't feel real and I wanted to cry but I held it together this time. The doctor gave Jay "Clifford" stickers... but I might take one for not crying.