When things don't go as planned...

I guess that it is part of life that things will not always go according to our own plans. For instance, right now I am supposed to be at a Beth Moore simulcast event with some ladies from our church. The boys are supposed to be having a fun day with dad, but dad is in bed and Ethan is having an albuterol treatment. So, what in the world is going on?
It started Thursday. Ethan has been fighting a little cold and started wheezing pretty bad in the afternoon. Thankfully, we were able to get him into the campus physician before they closed and got a prescription for what he needed (albuterol). Our plan was to go to the concert at the seminary that Casey was singing in, but the boys and I stayed home instead.
On Friday, Josiah was a little bit stuffy sounding, but Ethan was doing lots better. I was starting to feel the cold coming on too with a sore throat and runny nose too. But, I had Saturday to look forward to...Beth Moore simulcast...but more exciting, a day away from being mom. So, I thought lots of rest (ie. give the housekeeper the day off) and fluids would do the trick and I wouldn't have to miss a thing. Casey had a concert in north Dallas area following the long day of classes and work. So, I got the kids to bed early and headed that way myself around 9:30 pm, still looking forward to my Saturday. Casey called at 10:30ish to let me know that they were just leaving and would be home in about an hour. That's when it all went CRAZY! I got off the phone with Casey and was heading back to bed when I heard this loud barking sound coming from the boys room. Josiah was having trouble breathing and was just struggling for every breath following the awful cough. He was panicking...I was panicking...his lips were turning purple. It was scary! I brought him down stairs and tried to get him to relax, but it continued. I called my neighbor (she's a nurse) and asked if I should give him albuterol. They were on their way home, but she said yes. The treatment helped a lot...mostly to calm him down I think. He relaxed and was feeling better. Casey got home around 11:45 and we took Josiah to the ER, Ethan went next door with our neighbors.
So, we reach the ER around midnight...we leave the ER at 5:30 am. Yes, 5 1/2 hours at the ER. We spent 2 1/2 hours in the waiting area and the other 3 hours in the hospital room. Josiah was so much better that it seemed like a waste of time, but it had scared me so much that it was good to have him checked. Turns out he had a case of croupe. They gave him some steriods and sent us on our way. Oh, did I mention the copay was $150? Yikes!
So, we got home, got Ethan and Josiah to bed and by 6 am I was finally in bed for the night. I woke up in time that I could have made it to the event today (started at 9), but I feel pretty miserable now. The cold that I was fighting might be winning the battle.
The good news? Josiah woke up feeling great, so did Ethan; we have great friends and neighbors here at Seminary; I get more rest today; the housekeeper (in case your wondering, that's me) gets another sick day today; because Ethan had some wheezing on Thursday, Josiah had some medicine that helped him when we needed it on Friday; the sun is shining; I know my God sees me and knows me and He will provide what I need.