I am thankful for my wife, Stacey, who spent the Saturday night of her Thanksgiving weekend at the urgent care center and the emergency room, after she realized our 2½-year-old son Seth was feeling very sick.
I am thankful for my mom, who gently but insistently encouraged Stacey to take Seth in, and who throughout the evening kept me updated on what was happening while I was back home, tucking our older son, Tom, into bed with some help from my dad.
I am thankful for the nurse practitioner at the urgent care center, who calmly explained how she could recognize that Seth was having an asthma attack, and who carefully hooked our little guy up to breathing masks to send medicine and extra oxygen into his lungs.
I am thankful for the ambulance driver with the Santa hat, who in the course of a five-minute ride from the urgent care center to the hospital managed to set up Seth with another oxygen mask and monitor the oxygen level in his blood, not to mention monitoring his heart function.
I am thankful for the emergency room doctor, who sent Seth back home to me that night, after loading up Stacey with prescriptions and a better understanding of what was happening in our son’s lungs.
I am thankful that Seth is finally starting to breathe and act like his usual, giggly, beaming self again.
I am thankful for my entire family.
I am extremely thankful.