ER Visit

Last night was scary bad.
MaKenzie woke up not being able to breathe. She couldn't talk & was drooling from not swallowing saliva.
I needed a doctor!
 But, wait. It's midnight. Where on earth do I go? An experienced mover & relocater would have had the place scoped out. Or saved to the GPS. Not me.. I froze trying to find the address to put it in. My husband, thank God, was home & knocked on his friend's door to ask. He said, "let me just ride with you." And so he did, which was great because the hospital here is in a weird spot.
True friends go with their friends to the ER when a child is sick. ;) So thankful he is our neighbor.
Anyway, by the top we got there she was almost normal. By the time she seen the respiratory therapist, she looked like nothing had ever happened. Her lungs & chest were fine. No fever.
Another doctor came in to check throat, nose, and ears. Fine.
What in the world. I was having a heart attack over nothing. But it sure as heck seemed like something at that time so, no regrets.
Just more doctor bills. Worth it for the peace of mind though.
Until...
5 am rolls around & same exact thing happens. This time she recovered a lot faster.
Plopped her up on the couch. Turned on Avengers on Netflix. She was back out before an episode ended.
She has an appointment with a pediatrician @ 4. Probably won't find out what caused it but prevention tips would be nice. Anything to help her get better is worth it.
The thing worse than seeing your child suffer is being helpless to stop it.
That's what I feel right now. Praying for good news & a healthy child.