The Doctor to the Rescue, AGAIN!!

Owen has been sick for about the whole month of January. I wanted so badly for him to get over it on his own. Finally last Monday I realized he wasn't, he was miserable and his heart rate was showing it. So I called his doctor and she diagnosed him over the phone, because he gets the same thing every time. She said if he isn't feeling better by Thursday bring him in. I said okay and she said she would cross her fingers that this would work because she knew Lenn would be gone and it would be difficult to get him there. Thursday comes along and Owen couldn't have been better. The nurse was here to do her checks and he was so happy, making faces at her and sticking his tongue out. All WAS well! Friday evening on the other hand went a little different. His heart rate went way up and his oxygen needs went up by more than a liter in an hour. That's a lot for him. I was in denial. I kept thinking I should call his doctor but kept thinking I will give him until Monday. Sunday afternoon he was worse so I called the doc., she said get him to the ER. I, of course panicked, "what do I do without Lenn", I called his sister and she came right over. She stopped and picked up another sister and niece to stay with the Bentley and Abby.
I am just not the pro at getting everything ready to go like Lenn is. But we made it out the door. I was carrying Owen, Nellie the vent and Kristi (the caboose as Abby said) with the Oxygen. I am sure we were quite the sight! We get to the van, Nellie puts the vent in and immediately it begins to alarm. ( I won't go into the details because until about a year ago I didn't have a clue what any of it meant, so I don't expect you to know.)
Anyway I couldn't figure it out but it was saying to he wasn't getting the pressure he needed. So I ran back in the house to get a few "just in case items" and then we started on our way. I later figured out what the problem was and it was no big deal.
We got to the ER and Owen's special doc. met us there. They got us in and immediately went to work. I was seriously thinking 'where are we because last time we were here they just kinda looked at us like what do we do with him'. They were great and the knew what they were doing or else played it off pretty well.
Come to find out he just had some bad infection in his throat. They did a lot of tests and cultures though, and they can take a few days to truly see what was going on.
The whole time I just knew they would send us on the Primary's but to my relief she sent us home with more antibiotics.
I called the kids and told them we were on the way home and they were so excited that we were coming home. Before we left I had tried to prepare them for the worst incase we didn't come home and had to go the SLC. As I was getting Owen ready I said "why do you make us all worry?" Bentley said "Mom that's his job!" I guess when you love someone so much it doesn't take much to make you worry.
I don't think I have felt that good in a long time. Home is taken for granted way too much.
One the way home one of Lenn's sisters' said, "a few more of these trips and we could replace Lenn." I said 'let's not even go there."
Owen seems to be doing a little better already. What a relief and a great blessing.