Twice in the last week, Porter thought he was going to die. The first time happened in the snow storm on Tuesday night. They boys and I had gone sledding before the purported blizzard was supposed to come. While we were out, Porter's sled started to blow away. At first, I thought he was messing around, throwing it or kicking it or something but then I saw him crying while he was trying to catch it. I went running after it too, but the wind was blowing it away faster than we could run and Porter was so upset by then, he was just standing there screaming and crying. I finally dragged both boys up the hill to the car and we decided to drive to the other side of the park to see if we could find the sled somewhere. As we were driving, the snow started coming down faster and faster and the wind was still blowing pretty good. Finally, we spotted the sled. It had blown into a fence several blocks from where we had started. Porter got out of the car to grab the sled but the snow was blowing right in his face and he couldn't move. He just cried and screamed again. I went out to get him and the sled and got everyone and everything back into the car. When were safely back into the car, Porter kept saying that the blizzard tried to kill him and he thought he was going to die in the snow. He was grateful to Heavenly Father for keeping him safe and for fences that catch sleds.
these are the pre-blizzard sledding pictures
Porter's other incident was more scary. It happened yesterday. Porter got a cold from Dallin and, as tends to happen with Porter, it turned to croup. He had woken up the night before, saying it hurt to breathe, so we took him to the pediatrician the next morning (it's a good thing the doctor had some holiday hours). While we were at the doctor's office, it got harder and harder for Porter to breathe. While we were waiting in the exam room, his eyes started to water and he couldn't talk anymore. He and I had to go out into the hall to find the doctor and bring him back. The doctor gave Porter some steroids and the breathing treatment (it is epinepherine that you breath in). We waited for about an hour at the doctor's office but Porter didn't improve enough so they had us take him to the emergency room at Primary Children's hospital. Porter was terrified. It was one of the greatest days of Dallin's life though. While Porter had to lay in the hospital bed for hours, getting more steroids and just being monitored generally, Dallin got to watch a movie, practice is kung fu kicks in the hallways and go the cafeteria 3 times for lunch and treats. While Dallin sat in Porter's room, snacking and watching Pirates of the Caribbean, poor Porter was only allowed liquids. Luckily, they brought him a slushy (hooray for children's hospital that have snow cone machines inside them). Once, Dallin was watching Porter's heart rate and oxygen monitor and was wondering when the numbers would go to zero. I jokingly told him that we didn't want that to happen because that would mean that Porter was dead. I thought Porter had fallen asleep and wasn't listening but then we saw his heart rate speed up a lot. When I said that, he heard and thought he really was going to die and got scared. We had to reassure him that nothing would happen and then his heart rate went back down. I caught him checking the monitor periodically after that though to make sure he wasn't dying. Eventually, they decided that he was well enough to go home and we have been hanging around the house, playing the Wii since last night.
these are the pre-blizzard sledding pictures
Porter's other incident was more scary. It happened yesterday. Porter got a cold from Dallin and, as tends to happen with Porter, it turned to croup. He had woken up the night before, saying it hurt to breathe, so we took him to the pediatrician the next morning (it's a good thing the doctor had some holiday hours). While we were at the doctor's office, it got harder and harder for Porter to breathe. While we were waiting in the exam room, his eyes started to water and he couldn't talk anymore. He and I had to go out into the hall to find the doctor and bring him back. The doctor gave Porter some steroids and the breathing treatment (it is epinepherine that you breath in). We waited for about an hour at the doctor's office but Porter didn't improve enough so they had us take him to the emergency room at Primary Children's hospital. Porter was terrified. It was one of the greatest days of Dallin's life though. While Porter had to lay in the hospital bed for hours, getting more steroids and just being monitored generally, Dallin got to watch a movie, practice is kung fu kicks in the hallways and go the cafeteria 3 times for lunch and treats. While Dallin sat in Porter's room, snacking and watching Pirates of the Caribbean, poor Porter was only allowed liquids. Luckily, they brought him a slushy (hooray for children's hospital that have snow cone machines inside them). Once, Dallin was watching Porter's heart rate and oxygen monitor and was wondering when the numbers would go to zero. I jokingly told him that we didn't want that to happen because that would mean that Porter was dead. I thought Porter had fallen asleep and wasn't listening but then we saw his heart rate speed up a lot. When I said that, he heard and thought he really was going to die and got scared. We had to reassure him that nothing would happen and then his heart rate went back down. I caught him checking the monitor periodically after that though to make sure he wasn't dying. Eventually, they decided that he was well enough to go home and we have been hanging around the house, playing the Wii since last night.
Poor Porter! That's a rough couple of days. I'm glad he's feeling better now, though.
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