I am grateful that Mia is upstairs, asleep in her own bed and breathing regular old air with no tubes or wires poking out of her and no oxygen mask needed to stop her from turning blue.
I am grateful for the pediatrician who lied straight to my face and told me I did the right thing taking her into the office instead of to the emergency room. I am grateful to that same pediatrician for being totally calm and casual when she then offered to call an ambulance to take us to the emergency room.
I am grateful for bronchodilators, corticosteroids, antibiotics, antivirals and that they were all available to my child when she needed them.
I am grateful for the tirage nurses, who hustled us into a treatment room as fast as they could while managing not to freak out a freaked-out four-year old. I am grateful for the ER pediatrician who met us in the hall before we even made it to Mia's room and started treating her before she even made it to the bed. I am grateful for all of the nurses and respiratory therapists and doctors who treated my child with kindness and compassion and who, most importantly, made her better and sent her home.
I am grateful for my parents and in-laws, who jumped in to take care of Owen so that Chris could see Mia and so that I could shower and get an hour of sleep. I am especially grateful to my mother who had just finished four days of caring for my kids while Chris and I were on vacation and who then canceled a trip to California on twelve hours notice so that she would be here just in case we needed her.
I am grateful that Chris could take time off work to stay with Owen while I stayed at the hospital with Mia, and to be here when she came home and help with the hard work of getting her to take all of her medications and getting her better and back to normal. I am grateful that he works for a company that really does believe that caring for your sick child takes precedence over showing up for your job, and I am grateful that the extra time off won't mean we are struggling to pay our mortgage next month.
I am grateful this happened when it did, and not a day or two earlier when we were many miles and many hours from home. I am grateful that I was there to look my terrified daughter in the eyes and promise her that she was going to be alright and that I wasn't going to leave her side.
I am grateful for seeing Mia smile again, for hearing her sing, for listening to her talk until I think I may go insane, for begging her to stop running in circles in the hospital lobby.
I am grateful this was no worse. I am so grateful for that.