999

So at 3am we hear a horrid noise and Luce starts shouting 'mommy Sammy is poorly'. We run into their room and grab sam who is trying to scream but can't breathe and all he gets out is a squeak. Grant immediately said '999' and within a minute blue lights flashed outside our house. As soon as sam had meds he started calming down. Another ambulance arrived, grant and sam headed to hospital for more meds and obs. Pictured here enjoying biscuits in the paediatric ward. Home around 8am high as a kite on steroids :) sat eating slices of plain bread straight from the bread bin. After a rest he seems so much better