Scary

So I get this phone call and it's 5:30 a.m. CA time.  I answer the phone and all I hear is someone crying on the other end.  My heart stops and I begin to think scary thoughts.  Finally, Brooke starts talking.  She is on her way to the emergency room with our sweet Bubbles, Jane.  She had been up all night with her because Jane got all croupy and couldn't breathe.  Poor baby.  I talked to her until she got to the hospital.  As I hung up, I told her I would be praying for them.  I did just that--prayed.  Of course I told her to call asap to let me know what was happening.  Time has past by slowly--but I just off the phone and Brooke said that they gave Jane a steroid shot, and a breathing treatment and she was sleeping under a humidifier type thing.  She was so much better, but they might do another breathing treatment.  The nurse got after Brooke.  She told her that she should have called 911.  Faith and prayers--what would our life be without them?  We are so blessed.  Remember Janie Girl in your prayers.  I knew Brooke was doing a lot better because she brought up how Dad could always tell it was Brooke calling back when she was a freshman at BYU because all he could hear was crying on the other end.  That was a rough time for our Boogins.